Guaranteed
The decks were stacked
The wind blew low, the wind blew high
The stakes were low, the stakes were high
Upon the My-O-My
Hands low, hands high,
Ho-ho-ho, hi-hi-hi
Hands low, hands high
Upon the My-O-My
How was I to know she was so shy?
Upon the My-O-My
Across the light, across the night
You can hear the Captain's cry
Hands low, hands high
Upon the My-O-My
Got to make her roll, got to make her fly
Upon the My-O-My
Now tell me, good Captain,
How does it feel
To be driven away from your own steering wheel
Upon the My-O-My . . .
1 | Ice Cream For Crow |
2 | Ink Mathematics |
3 | Low Yo Yo Stuff |
4 | Best Batch Yet |
5 | Abba Zaba |
6 | The Smithsonian Institute Blues (Or The Big Dig) |
7 | Circumstances |
8 | Harry Irene |
9 | Sugar 'n Spikes |
10 | On Tomorrow |