| Song | Fleashine |
| Artist | Kelly Joe Phelps |
| Album | Tap the Red Cane Whirlwind [live] |
| 作词 : | |
| Fleashine, shoeshine, man of fifteen | |
| Brings the house in with a smile | |
| All twelve teeth tell myriad stories | |
| One upon one and one | |
| The breath in his hand waving | |
| Drives the gypsy woman mad, oh | |
| She loves him anyway | |
| Has told him so a thousand times or more | |
| She refuses to believe that | |
| At forty two years old | |
| She's not still a butterfly | |
| Ready, ready for the net | |
| Bobby the fifteen is turning strong and soft | |
| As can be seen by his patience with the animals | |
| He used to hate 'em | |
| Now lays down beside them | |
| To keep all from feeling sad | |
| As animals sometimes do | |
| He dreams of being old enough | |
| To marry the girl with two heads | |
| Their name is | |
| GladysAnd they don't yet know | |
| Of the young man's fascination | |
| They're too busy drawing circles in their arms | |
| A fleashine, shoeshine, man of fifteen | |
| Floating into the next town | |
| Puts a straw in a | |
| Jim Beam bottle | |
| And lays his head down | |
| He puts a straw in a | |
| Jim Beam bottle | |
| And lays his head down |
| zuò cí : | |
| Fleashine, shoeshine, man of fifteen | |
| Brings the house in with a smile | |
| All twelve teeth tell myriad stories | |
| One upon one and one | |
| The breath in his hand waving | |
| Drives the gypsy woman mad, oh | |
| She loves him anyway | |
| Has told him so a thousand times or more | |
| She refuses to believe that | |
| At forty two years old | |
| She' s not still a butterfly | |
| Ready, ready for the net | |
| Bobby the fifteen is turning strong and soft | |
| As can be seen by his patience with the animals | |
| He used to hate ' em | |
| Now lays down beside them | |
| To keep all from feeling sad | |
| As animals sometimes do | |
| He dreams of being old enough | |
| To marry the girl with two heads | |
| Their name is | |
| GladysAnd they don' t yet know | |
| Of the young man' s fascination | |
| They' re too busy drawing circles in their arms | |
| A fleashine, shoeshine, man of fifteen | |
| Floating into the next town | |
| Puts a straw in a | |
| Jim Beam bottle | |
| And lays his head down | |
| He puts a straw in a | |
| Jim Beam bottle | |
| And lays his head down |