Goodnight, Texas - Tweed lyrics

Maybe I’ll get a haircut tomorrow Maybe I’ll go fly a kite instead Maybe I’ll act out all my bad dreams Maybe I’ll give up and lay in bed Maybe I’ll walk to Mississippi Maybe I’ll drive to Santa Fe Maybe I’ll take the train to New York and do the crossword on the way Bugs are crawlin' all around me Brush 'em off, brush 'em off Spiders celebrate a surplus And I have another nagging cough Oooh the perils of the city Ahh the dangers of the farm Oh the pitfalls of the middle class are losing all their charm Did you know what you wanted? Do you know what you need? No room for skеletons in these closеts and drawers They’re full of sassafras and tweed Oooh would you punch me in the stomach? Ahhh would you kick me in the shins? Well flip a coin, tell me what to do, and let me know who wins