Home By Friday

Just loan me the keys to Betsy
I won’t drive recklessly
Keep her feet on the highway
And I’ll be home by Friday
You’ve got my word
My word’s a very good word
And I’ll be home by Friday
This time I ain’t lying

With Bar-b-que from the city
Don’t you worry your pretty little head
Or lift a finger
Daddy’s going to bring home dinner
You’ve got my word
My word’s a very good word
And I’ll be home by Friday
This time I ain’t lying

Be kind, be mine
I don’t like what I see

Yo little girlie two shoes (shacking up with some good friends)
I’m bringing home some good news (no chicks or musicians)
I found a job up in Northwest (number’s been disconnected)
I’ll wire some and mail the difference (call you from the filling station)
You’ve got my word
My word’s a very good word
And I’ll be home by Friday
This time I ain’t lying

Please Don’t Talk About Me (When I’m Gone)

Please don’t talk about me when I’m gone
You may find that you love me more than you know, oh
Please don’t talk about me when I’m gone
I don’t want my ears ringing with the hearsay so, so

And I would estimate the clouds at nine, clouds at nine
But you’d say three clouds divided three times, oh

Please don’t talk about me when I’m gone
Your friends would say you acted like such a fool, fool
Please don’t spread the word about what went wrong
Because you seemed so determined to be so cool, cruel

Your emotions turned upon a dime, on a dime
So you keep your two cents and I’ll keep mine, oh

Please don’t talk about me when I’m gone
If you change your mind I want to hear you say it
Change your mind, don’t want to hear you say it
Change your mind I want to hear you say it’s so, oh

Please don’t talk about me now…
Please don’t talk about me now…
Please don’t talk about me now…
You may find that you love me more now
Please don’t talk about me now…

Working Girl

Order up
Sunnyside
She pays my bills
She fills my appetite

She’s my working girl (Hey, yeah)
My working girl (Hey, yeah)
And I’ll have to wait tonight at the cafe, cafe

Open up
Open 365
She feeds them all
She does it on the side

She’s my working girl (yeah, yeah)
My working girl (yeah, yeah)
And I’ll have to wait tonight at the cafe

I clenched my fist
Put it through the restroom wall
Didn’t hurt a bit
And it didn’t help at all, no, no, no, no

Cafe, cafe

Making change
She changes for the guys
Oo, there’s tips tonight
Or am I paranoid?

She’s my working girl (yeah, yeah)
My working girl (yeah, yeah)
And I’ll have to wait tonight at the cafe
Oh, tonight, at the cafe
Oh, tonight, at the cafe

Doorbells

If I, hear a knock at our dinner-time door
I know I, know that knock from somewhere before
There’s a thing or two I should’ve let you know
But now the reeper’s come to sew
Ditching doorbells, ringing doorbells
I can’t tell her anymore lies

If she says, “hey guess what?” I swallow so hard
And when she, reads my mail I fear what she saw
There’s a pair of gargoils learing off the roof
They’re all a-coming home to roost
Ditching doorbells, ringing doorbells
I, I can’t tell her anymore lies…

bridge

Making sure, you and her are never in the same room
Keeping my, stories straight in case you’re accidently introduced
The stoop is full of hounds basking in the sun
They lift a hind leg and run
Ditching doorbells, ringing doorbells
I, I, I can’t tell her anymore lies…

Party Dress

It’s a simple place to start
It’s an easy thing to say
But the world it’s so messed up
It never goes that way

At the risk of talking down
Or in the case of I don’t know
It’s a tired thing to say
I love you in your way

So you can take your pills
And it won’t rock my boat
You can get high till the cops stop by
Even if I don’t

You can keep your party dress
Hang it with the rest
Keep your party, party dress
Your party dress…

Loander My Guitar

I loander my guitar
We trimmed her nails so she could finger the neck
She played like a star
She didn’t even know her sharps and her flats

I taught her how to play, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
I loander my guitar

The word caught on out west
They flew her out to see the guy in L.A.
And when I saw her next
Her face was in the record store display

I taught her how to play, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
I loander my guitar

Put me up on stage
Give me the audience {That’s where he belongs}
She’s got nothing on me
Except my Gibson SG

She’s on the tube tonight
And every window hosts a flickering blue light
And she will thrill the throngs
I should’ve let her keep her fingernails long

I taught her how to play, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
I loander my guitar, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
I loander my guitar, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said I loander my guitar
Didn’t give it to her
Loander my guitar

Flowers For The Lady

Hey waiter, can I have a flower for the lady?
It’s not her birthday or anniversary
Say waiter well can I get some flowers for my baby?
Cause she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen

I want a limo that runs on hot toddies
‘Cause I’m blowing my last dime right
There better be room for something kind of naughty
‘Cause the girl done love how this poor boy provides

Say waiter can I have a flower for the lady?
Just pluck one off of that old Maitre d’
Say waiter well can I get a flower for my baby?
‘Cause she’s the only girl that’s right by me.

I want a limo that runs on hot toddies
‘Cause I’m blowing my last dime right
And there better be leg room for something kind of naughty
‘Cause the girl done love how this poor boy provides

Say waiter let’s have a round of flowers for the lady?
It’s not the 14th of February
Say waiter well can I get one flower for my baby?
‘Cause she’s the sweetest thing a man done, one man done, this man’s seen.