Well the pressure's down the boss ain't here. He's gone off for awhile. They say that vanity got the best of him. But he sure left here after sundown.
They sat together. In the park. As the evening sky grew dark. She looked at him. He felt a spark tingle to his bones. 'Twas then he felt alone. And wished that he'd gone straight.
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,. And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,. And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,.
I've got a wife and five little children. I'm gonna take a trip on the big McMillan. With Sarah Jane. Sarah Jane. Ain't nothin' to do. But to set down and sing.
They sat together in the park. As the evening sky be dark. She looked at him and he felt a spark. Tingle to his bones, it was then he felt alone. And wished that he'd gone straight.