White Clean And Neat Lyrics - Now & Zen - Robert Plant

13th day of August '54, I was five years old 

Depending where you're counting from 

Ma didn't tell me what was going abroad 

No tales of things to come 

Daddy, Daddy, come home in the evening with the burdens of the day 

Pat Boone might come along and take Daddy's blues away 

Ma might take Daddy's head into her hands 

Soothe awhile, soothe awhile, touch the boy inside the man 

Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets 

It's such a long, long way from the street 

Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets 

It's such a long, long way from the street 

No, no, no, Miss Debbie Reynolds promised someone out there always to obey 

Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat 

And there was no one better qualified to cry a while, cry a while 

Not quite like Mr. Johnny Ray 

(Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat) 

(Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat) 

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Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets 

It's such a long, long way from the street 

Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets 

(It's such a long, long way) 

It's such, it's such, it's such a long, long, long, long way 

(I said it's such a long way, I said it's such a long way) from the street 

(If you like the blues, I think we can) 

(Home life with his wife and children, and community life centred around the church, 

are the things on which Pat Boone bases his career) 

Baby, don't you want me no more? 

(He still runs the scout troop in Denver) 

(When teenagers find an idol, they usually emulate what they know of his habits.) 

(Bring it on home, Daddy) 

Don't you want me no more? 

Oo, yeah 

Talk to me 

Oh, yeah 

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Down at the juke joint, back at the drive-in movie show 

Moondog made one more white boy sanctified 

Out on the streets, the red hot streets, old heroes fell 

And I screamed my name with pride 

Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets 

It's such a long way, it's such a long way 

It's such a long, long way from the street 

Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets 

(It's such a long, long way) 

It's such, it's such, it's such a long, long, long, long way 

(I said it's such a long way, I said it's such a long way) from the street 

Whoo, let's go 

(The singer? Johnnie Ray. The trademark, a hero) Hey, baby 

(Yet, listen to the Ray voice come sizzling off the wax, his long string of best selling records. 

Watch this human stick of dynamite reduce himself and the audience to limp rags, 

in a pulsating, motion packed, jazz laden half hour. How high can you get?) 

Don't you want me baby? 

(Cool, crazy, able, super and sincerely yours 

They're married to stay: lovely Debbie Reynolds, film star, hubby Eddie Fisher, discs. That's how it's been. 

Now Debbie has scaled the hit parade gates with such song successes as Tammy. 

It's your turn now, Eddie, on film. 

Bring it on home, Daddy!) Little girl, little girl, little girl 

Baby, baby, since I've been loving you Ha 

I'm about to lose (Bring it on home, Daddy) 

I'm about to lose (You make me want to jump and shout, baby)