Couldn't have been one for the prize
Run away slipping out of sight
Sweetheart tell me that it's okay
Going to make it all go go go away
Never thought it true 'cause it's you
Saying it just makes the point moot
Crossing all rides 'til it's right
Sweetheart we could be here all night
Yeah Topper boy he knew
The drum's within your shoe
What you going to do when you're out
Rollicking and rolling all of the time
Take a frame and slice in a rind
Whatever gives you some peace of mind
Oopsy baby guess it was you
Maybe I'll crown a thorn or two
And bang that drum up in my shoe
What's a young man in this world to prove
