The Early Years

Mamas in the kitchen, daddies on the phone
And nobody knows what's going on
But i've got those
So long i'll see you cause my buick's outside waiting blues

Well one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, tom's gotta go
He's got them
So long i'll see you cause my buick's outside waiting blues

Well bye-bye-bye, well bye-bye-bye
Sing bye-bye shooby-do-bye-bye
Gotta skeet-skat outta here, skeet-skat outta here

And mamas in the kitchen, daddies on the phone
And nobody knows what's going on
But i've got those
So long i'll see you cause my buick's outside waiting blues

Well tommy's gotta skeet-skat, skeet-skat outta here
Skeet-skat right outta here
And one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, i gotta go
Cause i've got them
So long i'll see you cause my buick's outside waiting blues
And skeet-skat outta here, gonna skeet-skat outta here,
Gonna skeet-skatjoutta here, gonna skeet-skat outta here
Got so long i'll see you cause my buick's outside waiting blues
Gonna skeet-skat outta here, gonna skeet-skat outta here,
Gonna skeet-skatjoutta here, gonna skeet-skat outta here
I got solongi'llseeyoucausemybuick'soutsidewaitingblues

Well the sun came in my window wednesday morning
And your love was like the golden rays again
Now i'm lying here on a thursday, and you're lovin someone new
And it looks like i'm up shit creek again

And i can't help thinking of your lovin ways
And i cried a quart of tears since you've been gone
And i can't face the morning by myself love
And it looks like i'm up shit creek again

Since you've been gone, i cry all the time
And i cannot stand leavin you behind
So i'll pull myself together, and i'll dry away my tears
But the morning light has brought back memories
And i can't face the morning by myself love
And it looks like i'm up shit creek again
So i'm out a walkin on this dusty highway
Cause you've given me no reason for to stay
And i'll walk until i've found someone who loves me not in vain
And it looks like i'm up shit creek again
And it looks like i'm up shit creek again

That woman will take you, that woman will break you
That woman will make you something you've never seen
That woman's got claws, that woman's got laws
Now look out man, you're gonna loose your mind

I had a friend, his name was frank
He walked on the water and lord he sank
We used to go stag, now he's got a hag
It looks like frank's got a new bag

That woman will take you, that woman will break you
That woman will make you something you've never seen
That woman's got claws, that woman's got laws
Now look out frank, you're gonna loose your mind

What happened to frank, can happen to you
Just find you a woman and watch what she'll do
That woman will take you, that woman's gonna break you
Look out man you're gonna loose, you're gonna loose your mind

Sing a song a sixpence, pocket full a rye
Hush by my baby, no need to be cryin'
Burn the midnight oil with me, as long as you wish
Stare out at the moon, upon the window sill

And dream sing a song a sixpence, pocket full a wry
I tell you another story, tell you no lie
Dew drops on the window sill, gum drops in your hair
Your slippin into dreamland, your noddin' your head
Oh dream

Dream of west virginia, of the british isles
When you are dreaming, you see for miles and miles
When you are much older, remember when we sat
At midnight on the windowsill, and had this little chat
And dream, dream, dream, dream

Well the stairs sound so lonely without you
And i ain't made my bed in a week
Coffee stains on the paper i'm writing
And i'm too choked up inside to speak

And yes, i know our differences pulled us apart
Never spoke a word heart to heart
And i'm glad that you're gone
But i wish to the lord that you'd come home
And i'm glad that you're gone
Got the feeling so strong
And i'm glad that you're gone
But i wish to the lord that you'd come home

Well my guitar still plays your favorite song
Though the strings have been outta tune for some time
Every time i strum a cord, i pray out to the lord
That you'll quit your honkey-tonkin' sing my song
And i'm glad that you're gone
Got the feeling so strong
And i'm glad that you're gone
But i wish to the lord that you'd come home

So i'll throw another log onto the fire
And i'll admit i'm a lousy liar
As the coals die down and flicker
I hear that guitar picker
Play the song we used to sing so long ago
I'm glad that you're gone
Got the feeling so strong
And i'm glad that you're gone
But i wish to the lord that you'd come home
And i'm glad, damn glad you're gone
Got the feeling so strong
And i'm glad that you're gone
But i wish to the lord that you'd come home

I'll be clickin' by your house about two forty-five
Sidewalk sundae strawberry surprise,
I got a cherry popsicle right on time
A big stick, mamma, that'll blow your mind

'cause i'm the ice cream man,
I'm a one-man band (yeah)
I'm the ice cream man, honey,
I'll be good to you.

Baby, missed me in the alley, baby, don't you fret
Come back around and don't forget,
When you're tired and you're hungry
And you want something cool,
Got something better than a swimming pool

'cause i'm the ice cream man,
I'm a one-man band
I'm the ice cream man, honey,
I'll be good to you.
'cause i'm the ice cream man,
I'm a one-man band
I'm the ice cream man, honey,
I'll be good to you.

See me coming, you ain't got no change
Don't worry baby, it can be arranged:
Show me you can smile, baby just for me
Fix you with a drumstick, i'll do it for free

'cause i'm the ice cream man, i'm a one-man band
I'm the ice cream man, honey, i'll be good to you.
Be good to you, be good to you,
Good to you yeah, good to you yeah,
Good to you yeah, good to you yeah,
Good to you yeah, good to you,
'll be good to you, i'll be good to you...

Well when you ain't got nobody, anybody looks nice
Don't take much to make you stop and look twice
And it's either feast or famine, i've found out that it's true
And i'm hungry as a bull dog, baby how about you

And when you ain't got no big mama, all the mamas look hot
And when lovin' is you weakness, your just bound to get caught
And the story never changes, history tells it so plain
And i'll be your dick, honey, if you'll just be my jane

And when you ain't got nobody, anybody looks nice
It don't take much to make you stop and look twice
And it's either feast or famine, i've found out that it's true
And i'm hungry as a bull dog, baby how about you, baby how about you