He had every chick in town (no he didn't but he tried to)
but is every man's downfall.
On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth
Some roasted ice cream or a bicycle pie,
And there's no way to mend it
Then there's only one thing left
And your face makes me go crazy as mice
Anger is my pal
They suck your thumb till it’s wrinkled like a prune
and such a waste
He had every chick in town (no he didn't but he tried to)
but is every man's downfall.
On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth
Some roasted ice cream or a bicycle pie,
And there's no way to mend it
Then there's only one thing left
And your face makes me go crazy as mice
Anger is my pal
They suck your thumb till it’s wrinkled like a prune
and such a waste