Here comes daddy
In a checkered suit
Mamma got her money
In her boot
Your gla**es are so thick
They hide your eyes
But I can see your light
All across the skies
One Two Three Four
Five Six Seven
I'm packing my bags
Goin' to heaven
I know when I go
Over the hill
I'm bringing some wine
And songs to spill
My friend Tasha
Like the desert sun
And a peyote moon
All rolled into one
Eight Nine
Nine and Ten
Play me that song
Play it again
You are so fine
Like the sweetest rose
Wherever you walk
True love grows