Razz the kid Just like the girlies back at corner store Wash my bugle boy a watching my throne Sweet mutilation of a sold to nothing man Lord have mercy shake is falling through your hand Because she love me I'm the chosen one These are the days to not

Born on the bayou Chasin' down a hoodoo there And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' Now, when I was just a little boy Standin' to my daddy's knee My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you Do what he done to me" 'Cause he'll get you 'Cause

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

Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining It feels like it was meant to be yea No, I don’t think it’s coincidence Running into you here like this Sparks flying, see you smiling Girl we got some good timing Baby ain’t it crazy? We got... good

I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his friend, a drummer He resembles George Harrison of The Beatles But he wears his hair tied in a small bow

The weekend sits on my hillbilly world You better be ready when the sun goes down I'm a hayseed And a plow boy I'm a farm kid And a cowboy I'm a roughneck My daddy was a roughneck too I run around with hillbilly girls

Is just to love and be loved in return" There was a boy... A very strange enchanted boy They say he wondered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day One magic day, passed my way

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return" There was a boy A very strange, enchanted boy They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day

I wish those days could come back once more Why did those days ever have to go Looking back on when I Was a little nappy headed boy Then my only worry Was for Christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes Would not get a thing We were happy

Something told me it was over When I saw you and her talking Something deep down in my soul said, cry girl When I saw you and that girl, walking arround I would rather, I would rather go blind boy Than to see you, walk away from me child, and all So you