Japanese Slippers

Down at the shell shed the boys are pickin' at their pearls
The hole in my mitten lets the rain get in
I bought 22 ounces from the petrol park, waiting at the light
I'm never gonna make it back in time

So Geraldine and me can begin
Before Mister Raymond and his Japanese slippers comes creepin' in
I sit with the fan on my face and sip shandies all day

I learned to sleep standing up so I don't have to make the bed
No tobacco for my rolling papers, warm water in my cup
I'll have wait all morning

Before Geraldine and me can begin
Before Mister Raymond and his Japanese slippers'll come creepin' in

Loaded up with turkey carpets and green glass diamonds
I drove back and forth for five long rolling moons
And everyday and every night I thought of back at home
And I couldn't get the notion out of my head

That before Geraldine and me could begin
Mister Raymond and his Japanese slippers'd come creepin' in
Everything is always a little late
Trippin' on those Japanese slippers seems to be my fate

It was my job to cut down all the poplar trees
And I'd sit on the stumps and listen to the finches
And look out at the field and eat honey out of the jar
And wonder why it always seemed

Before Geraldine and me could begin
Mister Raymond and his Japanese slippers would come creepin' in