The Key of C

I'll only light, 'cause you're my match
Admit it, I took out your trash
There are stars in your eyes
And they're shooting
We never hung things on the wall
We'd play up the pixies and the fall
There's a treasure in your heart
Just like a pirate's booty
But, believe me, there's a better Arnold Palmer to play your course
And a better Bob Vila to build your windows and your doors
We can never decide what to call the cat, so we called her Cat
So, it's time to go, it's time to go away
Time to go, it's time to go away
You keep the records in the pogos
Don't weep, you'll have your pick of bows
Will they write it in the papers
So they're already outside?
And we'll be bruised up in the morning
They'll tell us jokes that are real corny
But, we'll bounce back
Just like the moon bounced in our backyard
And believe me, there's a better Frankenstein for you to bride
And a better President to look you in the eyes & lie
We can never decide what to call the cat, so we called her Cat
And it's time to go, it's time to go away
It's time to go, it's time to go away



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Peter Roberts
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