He's made of sand Not flesh and not bone He's as good as the seeds he's sown But he loves you so Like no one else you know could do Put your wedding dress on On the tip of my tongue As the back beat cracks I hit my drum I get into the car My interrogation starts In the passenger seat There's a tone of mess of tangled leads And a golden ring Glimmerin' at her feet And the beat it goes on She got she Got dressed up She got dressed up ^X2 And the beat it goes on Is he quick on his feet Does he ever look past you on the street Is he ever on time When he's getting home at night In the opposite side Every arguement keepin every night Is it what you accept Is there anything that's left And the beat it goes on She got she Got dressed up She got dressed up And the beat it goes on She got she Got dressed up She got dressed up Beat will go on Yeah the beat will go For the king and the pot Yeah the beat will go on ^X2 Beat will go on Over land over still Out of the garden and over the hill ^X2