Andrea Schroeder - Bebop Blues lyrics

Oh your head‘s too instant And your Jell-o mold won‘t mix Your head's too empty Ain't nothing you can fix So I'm going back to Wichita And rebop the bebop blues, oh yes Going back to Wichitown! And bebop the rebop blues My clutch is slipping But I'll arrive on time My clutch went out Beside the plastic diner sign Oh your head‘s too instant And your Jell-o mold won‘t mix Your head‘s too empty Ain't nothing you can fix I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake Going back to Wichita And rebop the bebop blues, oh yes Going back to Wichitown And bebop the rebop blues Ain't pulling no weight baby So I don‘t need no lows All I need is high And I know just how to go Going back to Wichita And rebop the bebop blues, oh yes Going back to Wichitown And bebop the rebop blues I‘m going back to Wichitty And bebop around the flo, oh yes I‘m going back to Wichitty And bebop the rebob blues The bebop blues