Stevie Jackson - Just, Just So To The Point Lyrics
Here comes the wayward Son and he’s going to find direction at last“Hey kids kick it all around cause I’m going to read my paper before I look through the lens”Like Hemmingway would always say“ Hey, you know, you know that the Man makes the work”Your naysayers don’t get your groovin’ as your reaching for your elephant gunHe was just, just, just, just, just so to the point it’s scaryJust so, say it isn’t “Uh Ho”Just so to the point it’s scaryTO THE POINT, it’s scaryGirl One, she loved you true and you were lost in her smile till along came number TwoSense a rift, you didn’t write it in the scriptThen came number Three and she’s lapping up your *****tail BluesShowed the door to number FourCute little number, you were looking for a higher scoreMet a Crocodile, happy for a little whileNow she’s getting snappy and she’s making allegationsJust, just, just, just so to the point it’s scaryShe dropped the bomb with her usual aplomb (sing her a long song)She was just so to the point it’s scaryTO THE POINT it’s scaryListen John you could my Saviour, making with my FlaviaScenes from ScandinaviaWinds blow, she come from the Seven SeasUh oh, Vikings in the HebridesPress keys, spell check, press send, “We still friends?”No reply, guts spilled, she’s strong willed, it’s not a thrill to love herA broken heart, I headed for a foreign landA New York Tempeh sandwhich so take me to Angelica’s (300 East 12th Street)Houston we don’t have a problem, Tom Hanks, no thanksTo the promise of a better world (Goodbye Apollo 13)Cute girl said “Come to Philadelphia”I took the Gamble then she took the HuffMancunian Polish Sex Priestess, pulled down her dress said“Enough is enough”She was just, she was just, just, just, just so to the point it’s scaryShe dropped the bomb with her usual aplombShe was just so to the point it scared meTO THE POINT it scared meHey John, I’m kissing out of tune, won’t you tell me your prescription, tell me what I’m missing“Hey Boy, you gotta hear what I say, you gotta fill your ears with marrow from a cow killed in the hay”May Horse, she’s a mean little appleHatful, capful, 3 bushel bagfulsHold my hand let’s pray to the saintsShe said“Get yourself a backbone, you ain’t no invertebrate”
