MUSIC TO MY EAR
(The Wright Brothers)
SPECK & DOYLE (SYRUP BUCKET 1000 , 1959)

All together now, let's pick...

My baby doll just said to me
You're nothin' but ole misery
And you make me sick, just by being here
She could even say, go take a stroll
Down some long ole lonesome road
But her words would still be music to my ear

She could even say, just where to go
Any place way down below
And don't come back for a million, million years
She could even say, oh satan man
Leave this place with me on hand
Her words would still be music to my ear

She could say, go get some dynamite
And blow yourself up out of sight
Go on into orbit, get out of here
Do something nice for the human race
Go see what's out in outer space
But her words would still be music to my ear

She could even slap me down and then
Say don't get up till I tell you when
I'd lay right there, happy to be near
But there's just one thing that I can say
I'll love her till my dying day
And her words would still be music to my ear

We're done pickin'...