The lady you see me with now and again in this dimly lit hideway place. With eyes deep as midnight and smooth golden skin. And that warm look of love on her face.
Did you hear about Stacy Brown (no we didn't but we'd like to). He had every chick in town (no he didn't but he tried to). He got looks he got class do anything to get a little lass.
(Is everybody ready now? Yeah! Okay!). . Here we go singin' in the kitchen all together now singin' in the kitchen. Everybody singin' in the kitchen bangin' on the pots and pans.
Well friends you know once I was took in by a girl with a twinkly eye. But the first time that I wasn't lookin' she ran off with a handsomer guy oh my.
Now I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs and playin' 'em for all of the stars. Watchin' 'em laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey bars.
Did you hear bout Stacy brown (no we didn't but we'd like to). He had every chick in town (no he didn't but he tried to). He had looks he had class do anything to get a little lass.
Someone ate the baby it's rather sad to say. Someone ate the baby so she won't be out to play. We'll never hear her whiney cry or have to feel if she is dry.
Oh they won't let us show it at the beach no they won't let us show it at the beach. They think we're gonna grab it if it gets within our reach. And they won't let us show it at the beach.
There was a group called called Scum of the Earth. And they say they got their birth. In a basement bar on Greek Street down in Soho. The bass man he smoked grass and the drummer he kicked ass.
Oh Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out. She'd wash the dishes and scrub the pans cook the yams and spice the hams. And though her parents would scream and shout.
(Shel Silverstein). . Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's busy, too busy to come to the phone. Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's tryin' to start a new life of her own.
(Shel Silverstein). . Out of all the nights I remember. Of all of the loves I recall. There are many who live in my memory. But you were the sweetest of all.
(S. Silverstein). . I stopped 'cause there was nothing else to do. And I thought I'd stick around for just a while. But I warned you like the west wind, I was only blowin' through.