Monday, March 12, 2007

I got a gal she’s 5’3”
Plays her banjo on her knee
Natty Joy, Natty Joy,
I wanna be your breakfast boy
I wanna be there when you rise
I wanna be your catfish prize
Natty Joy, Natty Joy, O Natty Natty Oh !

Little deer’s got a bird on her coat
Little bird’s got a frog in her throat
Natty Joy, Natty Joy,
I wanna be your breakfast boy
I wanna be your crossword spy
I wanna be your oatmeal guy
Natty Joy, Natty Joy, O Natty Natty Oh !

Light comes up when the dark goes down
Leaves go green but the bark stays brown
Natty Joy, Natty Joy,
I wanna be your breakfast boy
I wanna be your eggs poached
I wanna kiss like French toast
Natty Joy, Natty Joy, O Natty Natty Oh !

2 comments:

Goose said...

Yeah, baby! That's good stuff.

Sorry you didn't get a chance to stop by Bogota for a little R&R. Now would be a swell time to come, though - I gots me a rented house, it's huge, an old mansion. I think it used to be a boy's school. Plenty of space for a weary cowpoke to rest hisself. Think about it...

Sandman said...

Man, would I like to! You're torturin' me ol' pal.