Lullaby Baxter
Knucklehead
The petunias jeer and whistleAt your little pipsqueak of a houseKnucklehead, get outta bedAnd face the day your Knuckleheaded wayPoor poor KnuckleheadThrow away them fancy books you readThey're what makes you wet the bedThey're what makes you think you're deadMy poor poor KnuckleheadOf all the Knuckleheaded things to doOf all the Knuckleheaded things to sayMy poor poor KnuckleheadYou haven't said or done a single one all dayButterflies wear boxing glovesTo clobber the ones you lovePoor poor KnuckleheadIs that why your little missus lives under the bed?Holding her breath and playing dead?Your brittle little missus made of gingerbreadPoor poor KnuckleheadCan I buy you a brand new featherbed?Can I roll you to the circusLetras de cancionesAnd shoot you from a cannonIn that brand new featherbed?The old tick-tockerStarts to crackleA whole new KnuckleheadIn a brand new featherbedSuch a lucky KnuckleheadSuch a lucky lucky KnuckleheadSuch a lucky KnuckleheadSuch a lucky lucky Knucklehead
From Letras Mania