Jamboree

I try to walk away

to prove I was in control

There's got to be a cure

This can't go on no more

Dressed in black in the midday sun

break the ice and on the run

Keep this up there won't be none

I try to be real cool

You lock me in a room

You try to take off your dress

We both know what happened next

And when my skirt begins to ache

I realize that it's too late

to love you like a chocolate cake

Because we both know you're my dream date

Wear an old potatoe sack

Trailer for a hat

Haircut for a bowl

Two eyes made of coal

One two three, one two four

The bees are hop, the bees are ho

But that's one thing she'll never know