Gonna sit right down in my easy chair. Pull out a deck of cards, play some solitaire. Break out a bottle, wash me a glass. To keep me company 'til the feelings pass.
(J. Fred Knobloch/Billy Kirsch). . When the world gets too confusing. And all my dreams seem out of reach. Only questions, no solutions. And no way out that I can see.
I used to do ya like this, do ya like that. This way, thata way anyway but the right way. Was OK, baby. Oh, I guess you had to leave before I could see.
I used to do you like this, do you like that. This way, that-a way anyway. But the right way was okay, baby. . Oh, I guess you had to leave before I could see.
He had a Martin, I had a fender. We were thirteen years of age. Out back in the tool shed. We were searching for a sound. Every day all through that summer.