Titre : Springfield, or Bobby Got a Shadfly Caught in his Hair
I don´t care to say what I failed to recognize Every single day from the poker to the prize Running out of Springfield I worked for the Capitol Air, in the bags
Found a woman there who said She had a mind to make Me a messenger man
If my father took his life For the national plan, I don´t care I´m not about to stick my grave with an Apron and a bucket of plans, never ever I can take the pillow cases Off the yellow pillows Make a property line from the bed In the living room, the living room The morning papers made the most Out of nothing at all
So we took the room With a view of the runaway I took off my clothes
And she took it for a holiday I was taken for all the things That I never had before Running out of Springfield She left me with a note saying: "Bobby, don´t look back"
And if my wife took a bicycle ride With a knife in her hand I saw it coming All the shadflies run at once With a trumpet or a train Oh, I´m running from it
Wait a minute, wait a minute Give a minute, lady I can explain the aftershave Wait a minute, wait a minute
Give a minute Bobby got a shadfly Caught in his hair