Doohickey
Made a little wish when I was born to live in a little bitty world of fun
Fifty days and fifty nights that’s half to a hundred if I’m right
How is it you look so fine when ya do a little dance in the ol’ moonlight
Took a left turn I thought was right and I slept in my car last night
Took a little gas to fill it up rev that little engine up
My best friend is my little dog and he does a pretty good job
You don’t gotta to fall for me you don't gotta fall
You don't gotta fall for me
You don’t gotta to fall for me you don't gotta fall
You don't gotta fall for me
I don’t smoke no cigarettes but I’m pretty good with a fishing net
Get a little one on the end of the line bring it home for suppertime
In a pretty little town where I grew up gotta job that’s good enough
I gotta good job and it pays but I will never been the same
Put a little sunscreen on my face cuz I’m lookin’ at the sun anyway
You walk around with foxes on but I would live in a box of sun
Tangled up in wires
The angle backfired
Am I an angel or am I just high
I got a couple chickens in the coop cuz I don’t mind a little bit of poop
If you take your love away I would trade a couple eggs
I’m not the only one with my desires it’s a fact of every life
Got a little tent up in the hills it would take an earthquake to sink or spill
Johnny made his apples grow but I don’t have a seed to sow
Socrates was flesh and bone but wisdom left me all alone
© 2019 SKYFOOT
Made a little wish when I was born to live in a little bitty world of fun
Fifty days and fifty nights that’s half to a hundred if I’m right
How is it you look so fine when ya do a little dance in the ol’ moonlight
Took a left turn I thought was right and I slept in my car last night
Took a little gas to fill it up rev that little engine up
My best friend is my little dog and he does a pretty good job
You don’t gotta to fall for me you don't gotta fall
You don't gotta fall for me
You don’t gotta to fall for me you don't gotta fall
You don't gotta fall for me
I don’t smoke no cigarettes but I’m pretty good with a fishing net
Get a little one on the end of the line bring it home for suppertime
In a pretty little town where I grew up gotta job that’s good enough
I gotta good job and it pays but I will never been the same
Put a little sunscreen on my face cuz I’m lookin’ at the sun anyway
You walk around with foxes on but I would live in a box of sun
Tangled up in wires
The angle backfired
Am I an angel or am I just high
I got a couple chickens in the coop cuz I don’t mind a little bit of poop
If you take your love away I would trade a couple eggs
I’m not the only one with my desires it’s a fact of every life
Got a little tent up in the hills it would take an earthquake to sink or spill
Johnny made his apples grow but I don’t have a seed to sow
Socrates was flesh and bone but wisdom left me all alone
© 2019 SKYFOOT
