Sitting in Mangrove Valley chasing light-beams
Everything wanders from baby to Z
Baby, baby, pretty, young on Tuesday
Old like a rum drinking demon at tea
Baby, baby, tell me what's the matter
Why, why tell me, what's your why now?
Tell me why will you never come home?
Tell me what's your reason if you got a good one
Everywhere I go
The people all know
Everyone's doing that rag
Everywhere I go
The people all know
Everyone's doing that rag
Take my line go fishing for a Tuesday
Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea
Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons
Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three
Rain gonna come but the rain gonna go, you know
Stepping off sharply from the rank and file
Awful cold and dark like a dungeon
Maybe get a little bit darker 'fore the day
Hipsters, tripsters
Real cool chicks, sir
Everyone's doing that rag
Hipsters, tripsters
Real cool chicks, sir
Everyone's doing that rag
You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset
No one is watching or standing in your shoes
Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning
Everything promised is delivered to you
Don't neglect to pick up what your share is
All the winter birds are winging home now
Hey Love, go and look around you
Nothing out there you haven't seen before now
But you can wade in the water
And never get wet
If you keep on doing that rag
But you can wade in the water
And never get wet
If you keep on doing that rag
One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild
The aces are crawling up and down your sleeve
Come back here, Baby Louise
And tell me the name
Of the game that you play
Is it all fall down?
Is it all go under?
Is it all fall down?
Is it all go under?
Is it all fall down?
Is it all go under?
Is it all fall down?
Is it all go under?
Is it all fall down?
Is it all go under?
Is it all fall down?
Is it all go under?
Is it all fall down?
Is it all go under?
Is it all fall down?
Is it all go under?