Words: C. Hutchins
Music: A. Hutchins, M. Hutchins
She got bits like a ping pong ball
I didn’t know it till I answered the call
Like a turtle on her back when she slip and fall
I had to help her over or my plan would stall
Call me the good Samaritan cause I do my part
Spreading love around the world with a beating heart
Now you may not be the apple of every eye
But in the eye of this beholder that’s the reason why
Here I wait in a state as you waltz to the fridge
I can see down the hall you bent rummaging coolidge
Two axe handles wide I fear I’m losing my courage
Seal the deal from behind with much thanks to the brewage