I put your mother through hell, don't you mind I hate your brother as well, don't you mind, don't you mind I love you, don't you mind, don't you mind I got a plane in the middle of the night, don't you mind I nearly killed somebody, don't you mind, don't

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

No use old girl You may as well surrender Your hopes are getting slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue Sit there and count your fingers What can you do Old girl you're through Just sit there and count your little

Hands held higher We'll be on fire Does it bother anyone else Down in the forest We'll sing a chorus Singing songs that nobody wrote That someone else has your name? One that everybody knows I scream, you scream, we all scream

You can't be everybody's cup of tea Some like it bitter, some like it sweet Nobody's everybody's favorite, so you might as well just make it how you please You can't be, everybody's cup of tea Maybe your jacket is a hand-me down Maybe you slept with half

This is the world that we live in Well maybe I was mistaken Bless your body, bless your soul This is world that we live in I feel myself get tired I heard a rumor that you quit this day and age Pray for peace and self control I gotta believe it's worth

If it comes even once in a life It's never as easy to return But if you're willing to go on We'll find a way back to Avalon We gotta go back, someday we'll get it back We gotta get it back Somebody show me a way, somebody tell me the way

Your mess is mine Hold on, darling This body is yours, This body is yours and mine Well hold on, my darling This mess was yours, Now your mess is mine Talking like we used to do It was always me and you

'Cause since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress Won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me And I think of all the things, What you're doing and in my head I paint a

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away When I was a child my family would travel Down to