Take a look at my girlfriend,
She’s the only one I got.
Not much of a girlfriend,
Never seem to get a lot.
My boyfriend’s back, you’re gonna be in trouble,
Hey-la-da, My boyfriend’s back,
You see him comin’, better cut out on the double,
Hey-la-da, my boyfriend’s back…
Then the music stopped
When I looked the cafe was empty
Then I heard Jose say
“Man, you know you’re in trouble plenty”
So I dropped my drink from my hand
And out through the window I ran
And as I rode away
I could hear her say to Jose, yeah
"Come a little bit closer
You’re my kind of man“
There’s a crazy little shack beyond the tracks,
And everybody calls it the sugar shack.
Well, it’s just a coffeehouse and it’s made out of wood.
Expresso coffee tastes mighty good.
That’s not the reason why I’ve got to get back,
To that sugar shack…
Me and my mate were back at the shack,
We had Spike Jones on the box,
She said "I can’t stand to hear him sing but, I love to hear him talk.
Up on cripple creek, she sends me
If I spring a leak, she mends me,
I don’t have to speak, she defends me…
[Aside: I well remember when a young lady of my acquaintance offered to dip her donut in my tea. Stupid me; at the time, I just said “Oh that’s from ‘Up on Cripple Creek,’ right?” She, somewhat disappointed, said, “Yeah, that’s right,” and turned away. :smack:]
Let’s continue:
Darling, you send me,
I know you send me,
Darling, you send me,
Honest you do, honest you do,
Honest you do, whoa…
Don’t send me away. (Don’t send me away)
I may have been wrong
But please let me stay. (Please let me stay)
Here, where I belong
Stay, ah just a little bit longer,
Please, please, please, please, please,
Tell me that you’re going to
Now your Daddy don’t mind,
And your Mommy don’t mind,
If we have another dance, yeah,
Just one more, one more time.
Oh, won’t you stay with me,
’ Cause you’re all I need,
This ain’t love,
It’s clear to see,
But darling,
Stay with me…
Oh won’t you stay
Just a little bit longer
Oh won’t you stay
Just a little bit longer
And the promoter don’t mind
And the roadies don’t mind
If we take a little time
And we leave it all behind and sing
One more song
Need a little time off for bad behavior
The devil in me done been asleep too long
I need a little time off for bad behavior
It looks like I’ve been too good for too long
Don’t drink, don’t smoke, what do you do?
Don’t drink, don’t smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuends follow
There must be something inside
I can feel a good vibration
When I put my mind on you alone
I can get a good sensation
Feel like I’m naturally stoned
Naturally stoned
You put me on a natural high
And I can fly, I can fly…
Mr. Natural ( come on baby)
When I walk in the rain you won’t know that I’m crying.
A smile on my face and I’m trying.
I’m trying to understand that a love that is lost can never be found again.
One toke over the line sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line
Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Casey Jones you better watch your speed…
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passing trains that have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
This train is bound for gory, this train,
This train is bound for glory, this train,
This train is bound for glory nobody rides it but the righteous and holy,
This train is bound for glory, this train
Here’s to the Father and his holy name,
And, Don’t go riding on that long black train…