Da da da da da da da da da da da
Sittin in Mangrove valley chasing light beams
Everything wanders from baby to Z
Baby Baby pretty it up on Tuesday Old like a rum-drinking demon at tea
Baby Baby tell me what's the matter, what, what tell me what's your why how?
Tell me why will you never come home
Tell me what's your reason, if you've got a good one
Everywhere I go, the people all know Everyone's doin' that rag
Everywhere I go, the people all know Everyone's doin' that rag
Take my line, go fishin' for a Tuesday
Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea
Gave my baby twenty or forty good reasons
Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three
The rain gonna come, but the rain gonna go y'know
Steppin' off sharply from the rank and file
Awful cold and dark like a dungeon
Maybe get a little bit darker before the day
Hipsters, flipsters, real cool chicksters Everyone's doin' that rag
You needn't gild the lily, offer j**els to the sunset
No one is watchin' or standin' in your shoes
Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning
Everything promised is delivered to you
Don't neglect to pick up what your share is
All the winter birds are winging home now
Hey love go, and look around you
Nothing out there you haven't seen before now
Wading in the water and you'll never get wet
If you keep on doin' that rag
Wading in the water and you'll never get wet
If you keep on doin' that rag
One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild
And the aces are crawlin' up and down your sleeve
Come back here pretty baby Louise
And tell me the name of the game that you play
Is it all fall down?
Is it all go under?