Reise Gerbs - You're Driving Me Buggy Lyrics
i made friends with jackie about a year ago-when the weather was sweet and the sun was shiningand the oranges were rip and pretty-i would wake up over by the yellow monhagen and walk my ass down the street-i'd be coming back for tropicana, and runnin' cross the street-some black guy we called snuffy smith would wave at meand we would laugh...remembering the springtime and the summer's oh so warm-and the folger's coffee they'd put up inside the "buggy" drawers-he came to see me one afternoon inside the warm and yellow sunin a red old jeep with a carpenter, his career until I died-my dreams about the fun we could-and sooner than a later time that day,he said "i gotta go!he had to make some time downtown beside this cheap to cheap "halo"!I told him if he wanted, he could make some time for me,but I guess he picked right up on something "buzzing" by the old elm tree-so deep within my understandingmen don't really like the bugs-the bothersome, the lightbugs, and the flies and bees and measly tugs-and finally?idea became clear there-"please forgive the old pogrum,reisa"-but one uh cop uh two uh cop uh three uh "sister uh------jeez-iss!......noone likes that supervision...god bless the nothing I've become...p.s. please forgive my dam piques...at 56 this is the kind of thing...noone should have to do.cool-----finally beat denman, that --------.
