Arrivals Pull Down The Willows
I wish I could cut that rot out of you
Your crimson face a-falling
Then that’s what I’ll do
I’d turn these ships ashore
Just so I could give you more
And I ain’t captain of this crew
But that’s what I’ll do
Pull down the willows!
There ain’t no weeping in this home
Unless I’m sitting here alone
I’m Pavlov’s dog
Every time that you cough
And my aim’s so simply true
That’s what I do
Here I come, ripped and shot
Give you all that I’m not
And I’ll save you from this zoo
That’s what I’ll do
Pull down the willows!
There ain’t no weeping in this home
Unless I’m sitting here alone
But that’s what I’ll do
