Fishinworm Blues | Drunkar's Nappy
Fishinworm Blues
(Barry Cowsill)
Lead Singer: Barry
If I was the fish and you were the worm
You have me hanging on your hook
You know I'd never learn about you
I've got the fishin' worm blues
I don't know what I do, if I was here without you
If I was the sky and you were the sea
We'd touch at the horizons, and we'd always be together
I wouldn't be so blue
I don't know what I do, if I was here without you
Now if I was a spy and you was too
I'd be sneakin' down the city, I'd be looking for you
I've got the fishin' worm blues
I don't know what I do, if I was here without you
Now if I was a spy and you was too
I'd be sneakin' down the city, I'd be looking for you
I've got the fishin' worm blues
I don't know what I do, if I was here without you
Oh if I were the hogs and you were the slop
I'd suck you up honey, I wouldn't need no mop, no way
You don't know how I need you
I don't know what I'd do, if I was here without you
If I were the ham and you were the eggs
I'd scramble you baby you wouldn't have no legs
I got the fishin' worm blues
I don't know what I'd do, if I was here without you
I don't know what I'd do, if I was here without you
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Drunkar's Nappy
(Barry Cowsill)
Lead Singer: Barry
Well ya swivel up to the bedside and you turn your headlights down
Yeah you're sure well lit from all that shit you been drinking since the break of dawn
The afternoon's gone by now you gotta be up before long
Thank God for the Drunkard's Nappy
Here's a lullaby that can't go wrong
Pass me out sweet Jesus, make me guess about time
And would you please send apologies till I wake up at quarter to nine
Yeah, I know it's a vicious cycle, a non-stop merry-go-round
Thank God for the Drunkard's Nappy, I'm sleeping at the lost and found
Well ya wake up early next morning and you walk on up to the fridge
Yeah the gig last night came off all right, though your hands are shakin' a smig
So you pull in and grab out a cold one, making friends with the night before
For some strange reason still the drinking season, till you leaning on your bedroom door
Well ya swivel up to the bedside and you turn your headlights down
Yeah you're sure well lit from all that shit you been drinking since the break of dawn
The afternoon's gone by now you gotta be up before long
Thank God for the Drunkard's Nappy
Here's a lullaby that can't go wrong
Pass me out sweet Jesus, make me guess about time
And would you please send apologies till I wake up at quarter to nine
Yeah, I know it's a vicious cycle, a non-stop merry-go-round
Thank God for the Drunkard's Nappy, I'm sleeping at the lost and found
Thank God for the Drunkard's Nappy, I'm sleeping at the lost and found
Thank God for the Drunkard's Nappy, I'm sleeping at the lost and found
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