Bobby Darin

RX-Pyro (Prescription: Fire)

 


 


 

      There's a baker up the river trying to buy some bread
      And the farmer on his mountain keepin' time in bed
      Catch a rabbit at the station
      Watch it count her toes
      While the backhoe's in the garden
      Only heaven knows.

 

      Bend your knees
      Shoot your eyes
      And hit on me.

 

      Cross your t's
      Dot your i's
      But stay in g.

 

      You know that Smiley flies his sister 'cross the burning sands
      Then Harvey leaves the world in some old madman's hands
      Peanut butter taken any other way
      He's bound to keep the reefer busy every day.

 

      Bend your knees
      Shoot your eyes
      And hit on me.

 

      Cross your t's
      Dot your i's
      But stay in g.

 

      You know his father is the preacher who can cure the cold
      He pours it from a bottle 'til it turns to mold
      Then he holds it to the light so he can see it shine
      The number in the corner of the picture's mine.

 

      Bend your knees
      Shoot your eyes
      And hit on me.

 

      Cross your t's
      Dot your i's
      But stay in g.

 

      Oh keep your lawn in order and you won't be checked
      You can take another border 'til the grass is wet
      Read it in the “Journal” so you know it's true
      The people at the corner look like me and you.

 

      Bend your knees
      Shoot your eyes
      And hit on me.

 

      Oh ... cross your t's
      Dot your i's
      And stay in g.

 

      Cross your t's
      Dot your i's
      But stay in g.

 

 

 

 

Lyrics transcribed by Donna Carter


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