The Tuna Helpers - Bicycle lyrics

Windy road Down to the church house Singing hymns "he is all that is smooth and unpainted" "are you smooth are you painted today?" No, she's opened her blouse To the mail man and his letters Send him off first cla** He's a paper doll But who'll sing the lullabies Who'll bake the dreams In her apple pie? Bicycle She's our friend You take her home now Tuck her in close her eyes Turn on the sugarplums I'll sing the lullaby I'll bake the prayers In her book of light Don't ask for me I'll send her my love through a rosary Still stringing beads And counting prayers and wishes Until she sees me