I hope you don’t shoot at the terps [terrapins, a Maryland bird]
I hope you don’t stoop to dirty words
I hope you don’t send out the birds
When you watch your houses come down

And all the flames shooting around up there in the air
Down here on the ground.

I hope you don’t send up the stripes
Oh, shake your arms down in the night
Take your legs down—sight your eyes
When you watch your houses come down

Never gonna hold your lover’s hands in the air
Again, I hope you don’t shoot at the terps
I hope you don’t stoop to dirty words
‘Cause dirty words are only ever heard
But they’re not used in stinkin’ dirty words.

Do you know regrets?
Have you no regrets?
‘Cause I didn’t know anything you know
They just heard that you world’s are comin’ down