Toasted words on a hot cross bun
Sitting here in the streaming sun
Dreaming of the one I love
Picking lice with a one-eyed glove
Frosty dogs on a chilly night
Leaves a soul without true sight
Fallen angels in the driven snow
You’ll be back before you know
Crazy Joe and Sister Sue
Shared a bottle aero-plane glue
Wondering what the hell to do
When they get home tonight.
Standing on the back porch steps
One can think but no regrets
Never ask what you desire
Can’t control what will transpire
Never used Navajo words
To describe this flock of birds
Black as night and bright as day
He will never get his way
Crazy Joe and Sister Sue
Shared a bottle of aero-plane glue
Wondering what the hell to do
When they get home tonight
Barking dogs and a snowy night
Glowing embers just out of sight
Both my eyes shut real tight
Nothing ever feels quite right
Hobos huddled around the fire
Patched my jheans with an old spare tire
Singing songs without desire
Playing tunes on a wooden lyre
Crazy Joe and Sister Sue
Shared a bottle of aero-plane glue
Wondering what the hell to do
When they get home tonight.
