Springfield, or Bobby Got A Shadfly Caught In His

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 national plan

I don't care

I'm not about to stake my grave with a paper and a bucket of plans

Never ever



I can take the pillowcases off the yellow pillows

Make a property line from the bed

In the living room, the living room, the morning papers

Make 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, baby, I can explain the aftershave

Wait a minute, wait a minute, give a minute

Bobby got a shadfly caught in his hair



Yes he does...