When you're riding the rails with those wide open eyes, Well, there's one old south paw you will always fight. And alone on a worn-out throne is the reigning queen of the questions Why we blind-footed toddlers ever started out.
So don't get itchy with me When I goose-step Across the kitchen floor You know I still adore All your mother's old-fashioned ways I'm so impressed that you hear My inventions, and that it matters more Than what you saw with your eyes
Go along with the plan Your head will still be there where you put it Under the bed with the ice cream you could never find And tonight you go to bed and dream All the world to be what you want it, You got the girly draw now flaunt it, And keep them all checking their watches When you're out tonight
So don't get itchy with me When I goose-step across the kitchen floor You know I still adore-- Are your eyes changing hands? I'm so impressed that you hear My inventions, and that it matters more Than what you saw with your eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
