Way Back

Sitting in the basement, your sister and me
Slipping through the bases one, two, three
We go way back
Fluffing up the cushions on the leather settee
Laying in the hay stacks
Sighting up the father with her hands so tiny
She’s moving right in and I’d rather sight see
And takes me out to eat though I feel so sickly
I sing by myself, I do this nightly
Looking down the street through my window darkly
We go way back
I bought a Big Gulp™ and I feel a little dizzy
Laying in the hay stacks
Thinking to myself what a waste of three sheets
She’s moving right in though I’d rather sight see
And takes me out to eat though I feel so sickly
We go way back, we go way back
We’re washing the bedsheets
We go way back, w go way back
We’re washing the bdsheets
Sitting on the edge of the Arab Sea
Waiting on a ship full of horns and dark meat
We go way back
I heard your mother say with a voice so softly
Laying in the hay stacks
Let the sailors in with a grin so charming
She’s moving right in though I’d rather sight see
She takes me out to eat though i feel so sickly
We go way back, we go way back
We’re washing the bedsheets
We go way back, we go way back
We’re washing the bedsheets
We go way back, we go way back
We’re washing the bedsheets