I am two men, at your door
The number June 6 '54
And I'm just too much of a Doublemint friend
'Cause you can't both "me"s ignore
And knowing me can be a chore
No one's ever gonna count me once again

Oh, those Geminis
There's a curse in being twins
One can be real nice
The other's into sins
If they want to, they can do anything
Right and wrong (wrong)
They're not divisible (divisable)
I am two men

You can bond, but never know me
Cause it's "love me" and then "blow me!"
A divided and sometimes a tortured soul
To unite may be my mission
There's confusion in the fission
For we two cannot agree on any goal

Oh, us Gemini's
There's a curse in being twins
One can be real straight
The other's into gin
If we want to, we can do anything
Right and wrong (wrong)
We're not divisible (divisable)
I am two men

I am two men, con and pro
See me moving, stop and go
As I speak my double talk into your ear
Watch the ocean ebb and flow
And the mood swings high and low
Instead of one, we're two pains in the rear

(stupid chorus again..and again)