Every day the satellite
   seems to be the door of someone's reach
   every day the satellite
   seems a little further on the beach
  
   satellites and stags
   i'm growing betsy in a bag
   and she don't mind
   as long as things are round
  
   every day the satellite
   jerky little canister of gold
   who's to be the satellite
   with inches of whole betsy growing cold
  
   i'm into you so far
   i'm out the other side
   and orbiting is just a waste of time
   next time i get into you
   i swear to god i won't come out again
   swear to god i won't come out again
  
   satellites and stags
   i'm growing betsy in a bag
   and she don't mind
   as long as things are round
  
   every day the satellite
   seems a little further out of reach