Here comes the maven, he's coming around   He's such a connoisseur, he's such an autograph hound, yeah   He's got sixty yes-men and they tend to agree   There's a long black book without any eyes   He's got my number but he's got your size, yeah   And if you measure up then a sure trick'll be wise      Just turn the light off when you go    (he hates the dark)   Just tell the jury all you know    (was just a lark)   We'll send a sign to you over the sea      There goes the maven, sowing his seed   One for the rock, one for the hand that feeds, yeah   He reaps the harvest with his sleight of hand   Just say the magic word and he's at your side   Beware his tender touch, his plans are chilly and wide, yeah   Sleeps through the winter in a white quiet land      Just turn the light off when you go    (he hates the dark)   Just tell the jury all you know    (was just a lark)   We'll send a sign to you over the sea      Here is the maven, draining the cup   He takes your arm and then he eats you up, yeah   There is a surfeit of everything you crave   Here is the maven, signing the check   He bought us dinner so what the fucking heck, yeah   There is a surplus of everything you save      Just turn the light off when you go    (he hates the dark)   Just tell the jury all you know    (was just a lark)   He'll send a sign to you over the sea