B.J.'s Got the Butterflies
B.J.'s got the butterflies
Says she always does before a surprise
Prescott is the place to be when you're inside
winding it high
Lit the camera as we walked
Just pretend, just pretend to be talking
I can only do what I do
and look through you with wild eyes
Send me and arrow
with a secret message on it
Maybe I'll follow
back to the place where I'm suppose to be
Hanging at the school yard blues
Mom says not to go too far so I cannot lose
Buzzing up the neighbor's bell to let me in
My cornerstore binge
Playing in the Hall again
Bouncing balls and ripping up all the little men
Psyching out the days on days
until the sun and dirty fun
Send me an arrow...
On to the gold where everything is free
And all the rags I'm in and all the books I read
And all my stupid friends with lovers on T.V.
On and on and on and on
This city song, this city song...
Mary's Beatup Truck
Mary had a brand new beatup truck
Drove around and didn't have much luck
selling chickens
Daddy gave his pot-'o-luck away to his girl
With words of gold he'd say
Take a listen
(You can have it if you want it)
Selling at the local marketplace
She could smile an awful evil face
at the men swearing
(You can stab it, you can stuff it,
you can hang it, or you can huck it,
just buy it, honey)
(You can have it, I don't want it)
I can climb my beatup carousel
I can sit on top of all this wealth in jeans
(I heard him say)
There are Kents and there are Gables
(It works this way)
They own parks and they drive bulldozers
(The truth is tough)
They're the tongues who tame the funnies
(The ones who love)
The ones who love won't see the money
If you please me be
Child, build your house