Springfield, Or Bobby Got a Shadfly Caught in His Hair

Running out of Springfield, I worked for the Capitol Air
I can explain the aftershave
With an apron and a bucket of plans
And she took it for a holiday
Every single day

I took off my clothes
Running out of Springfield, she left me

I saw it coming all the shad-flies run at once
And if my wife took a bicycle ride
From the poker to the prize
So we took the room
With a knife in her hand
I was taken for all the things

With a view of the runaway

With a note saying, "Bobby, don't look back"
Wait a minute, wait a minute, give a minute
The morning papers made the most out of nothing at all
Found a woman there who said, she had a mind
That I never had before
With a trumpet or a train, oh, I'm running from it
If my father took his life

Never ever, I can take the pillow cases
Wait a minute, wait a minute, give a minute, lady
In the bags
For the national plan
I don't care, I'm not about to stick my grave
To make me a messenger man

Off the yellow pillows, make a property line
From the bed in the living room, the living room