Beverly

Well Back Bay Johnny ate the bag full'a of hash
Talking to his sugar 'bout the way they would crash
Half the day blew over washing chimney stacks
With dusty hacks and dirty rags and crickets that snap

Take me baby, take me to the end of the line
With watercress, a tulip, or some Maker's or rye
Wash my beard and buff my head and make me look nice
Cause daddy's running round the place with capers and mice

Sit down Beverly, roll a cigarette for me
Point your hips to me, and take me away

The starlight laughed when it first saw the Earth
Another broken bottle spilling lies in the dirt
Well Roxbury crosses no one no more
I'd rather lick a dime than roll a knife on the shore

From Cabot Street to sing about the Alaskan sky
A trail of smoke, the northern lights, and miles to ride
Hold me honey hold me doll while I go inside
Allow me to indulge you with my wildest lies

Sit down Beverly, roll a cigarette for me
Point your hips to me, and take me away
Sit down Beverly, roll a cigarette for me
Point your hips to me, and take me away

Wash your stain off me
Won't you stay with me?
Wash your stain off me
Won't you stay on me?



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Writer(s): Douglas Holmes
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