Don’t listen to no more songs,
Their words falling out wrong,
Crooning noises baritone voices,
Something said but not done,
I’m all ears I’m all yours,
And this time there’s still more,
Anxious carousing,
Naked rough-housing,
Missteps to good doors
Well come around,
Oh come get down,
And play, play around,
With the safety you’ve found,
Eat a peach break your leg,
Stop listening instead
Edna Holme watched her home fall into the sea,
And it wasn’t long ‘til her husband John said this isn’t me,
Oh what story told,
Or movie sold could give you a chance?
To see it through make your truce with truth,
And see out your last?
Well come around! Oh come get down!
And play, play around,
With the safety you’ve found,
Eat a peach break your leg,
Stop listening instead,
All right come on yeah