Chapman-Whitney
Ode to Billy Joe, oh so woeful oh so sad
Kept us wondering all these years
Just what was in that bag
That splashed into the river
Sank like a ton of bricks
Imagination running wild, wuz it
Black-eyed peas or grits
CHORUS
There ain't no institution like
A body on the pill
No cause for retribution, no momma's doctors bills no -
There ain't no institution like
A body on the pill
When you go fornicating on
A Blueberry Hill -
The trials and tribulations of Ol'e Hickory Hollows Tramp
Deserves investigating -some kinda lady with a lamp
And that story teller feller sounds strange but could be true
If he'd bin 10 years younger I guess
We might just never knew
CHORUS
Like a ship, without a sail honey
It's like having no Fats Domino
Like a walk along the strand
Where you should never ever be alone
Like your sister running wild, wild,
When your listening to the Feat
Now girls you just ain't nowhere
Unless you taking it.
CHORUS