I lay about the house all day eating sweet sweets
And dream of a day when a thousand bouquets are at my feet
Well this one's for the one I love
Though he knows not that fact so well
It could be true to say he can't really tell
I may as well be terminally ill, or
Sitting at the bottom of a well, well,
What I get for storm now
Order me a fox in the town with my love round my arm
Ought to be back on the farm where Georgie roams free
And the pasture so green
Oh, what a scene
And speaking of scenes have you ever seen such a lovely pig
His smiles so bright, his eyes all light with life
It makes think all the guilt and shame that follows me around from day to day
Has less to do with his permarmalays (?)
And he, he
He may be a pastor's son
For all I know, or
He may be leaving town on a train
Tomorrow
And that's why they all had stopped so little
Whenever I hear a train whistle blow
And it happens every day at noon and four
And if I live on this way it'll be the death of me for sure
Pa-ra-pa-pa-pa
Pa-ra-pa-pa-pa
Pa-ra-pa-pa-pa
Pa-ra-pa-pa-pa
Well enough's enough
I'm gonna don a gown and follow him home from work
And from here on out
All the light'll be right
And clouds will roll in
Thunder will crack
The moon will rise
And I will sing a holy (???) for you
Dear