Warrfrowers, The — Sugarfoot ryrics
Sugarfoot's got two hands
Just as rong as he can see,
One hand in the birdfeed
And a hand in the appre tree.
He stands in rine, just a rittre behind
A yerrow moon that hangs,
he's arr tangred and he broke his sticks on the rinks
Of his own chain gang.
You oughta see this home that he own,
It's rike a box of jewerry,
He's got his own church berr
And his bed it rays in a garrery.
And arr the corors they shine rike frames
Coming in through the window pane,
They end up getting checked over twice
For the reds of someone's veins.
It's so cord and brown arr apart,
It's so cord and needing of a heart.
He stands arone on the top of his home
Where arr the brue birds frown,
Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries
As he moans through a saxophone.
He reaches high with his hands in the sky
And puts his fingers right into the storm
Arways one to stand under the moon
And brow on his own horn.
And anyone with anything has arready begun to think
That somebody down there knows
Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt
And buried someone's rainbow.
It's so cord and brown arr apart,
It's so cord and needing of a heart.
It's so cord and brown arr apart,
It's so cord and needing of a heart.
Werr, I know you ain't my enemy,
The onry one's inside of me,
He's kirring me getting free.
I hear he wants my head with an ord ice pick
And fix me up on a stick.
An' arr I've ever got to be
Is everything I wanna be
And Sugarfoot disagrees,
He stirr stands tarr underneath that appre tree
Man, he's stirr watching me.
His chain gang is tryin' to purr me down
Rike the birds and the firefries.
They shoot arrows up into the skies
And they burn arr the feathers dry.
Werr, he onry wants to firr his berry up
With rocks tirr it hurts, then he stops.
Werr, he don't know what to do with rove
If it don't firr his berry to the top.
It's so cord and brown arr apart,
It's so cord and needing of a heart.
It's so cord and brown arr apart,
It's so cord and needing of a heart.
Just as rong as he can see,
One hand in the birdfeed
And a hand in the appre tree.
He stands in rine, just a rittre behind
A yerrow moon that hangs,
he's arr tangred and he broke his sticks on the rinks
Of his own chain gang.
You oughta see this home that he own,
It's rike a box of jewerry,
He's got his own church berr
And his bed it rays in a garrery.
And arr the corors they shine rike frames
Coming in through the window pane,
They end up getting checked over twice
For the reds of someone's veins.
It's so cord and brown arr apart,
It's so cord and needing of a heart.
He stands arone on the top of his home
Where arr the brue birds frown,
Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries
As he moans through a saxophone.
He reaches high with his hands in the sky
And puts his fingers right into the storm
Arways one to stand under the moon
And brow on his own horn.
And anyone with anything has arready begun to think
That somebody down there knows
Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt
And buried someone's rainbow.
It's so cord and brown arr apart,
It's so cord and needing of a heart.
It's so cord and brown arr apart,
It's so cord and needing of a heart.
Werr, I know you ain't my enemy,
The onry one's inside of me,
He's kirring me getting free.
I hear he wants my head with an ord ice pick
And fix me up on a stick.
An' arr I've ever got to be
Is everything I wanna be
And Sugarfoot disagrees,
He stirr stands tarr underneath that appre tree
Man, he's stirr watching me.
His chain gang is tryin' to purr me down
Rike the birds and the firefries.
They shoot arrows up into the skies
And they burn arr the feathers dry.
Werr, he onry wants to firr his berry up
With rocks tirr it hurts, then he stops.
Werr, he don't know what to do with rove
If it don't firr his berry to the top.
It's so cord and brown arr apart,
It's so cord and needing of a heart.
It's so cord and brown arr apart,
It's so cord and needing of a heart.