Mystery To Me

I hear you're going away

Well you packed your bags that day

To say that I don't care

Would be way to fair

So go and dig your gold

Possessions have no soul

We no longer sing, and baby

Timing's everything

Congratulations, I'm really happy for you

Congratulations, I really think you're swell

I saw a little child find a penny and he smiled

What do children see, it's a mystery to me

For you to understand that the dope don't make the man

Would be far too over head

You wouldn't get it 'til you're dead

Congratulations, I'm really happy for you

If you think this is sentiment

You should know we're not very well built at all

To be double crossed inside

Dragged by my intestines

Is a hurtful curse, but I can think of worse

Oh, and by the way, when I talked to you that day

I talked to all your friends

and they told me everything