Do wop do wop

Do wop do wop

Do wop do wop

Do wop do wop



Do wop do wop

Do wop do wop

Do wop do wop

Do wop do wop



I said wouldn't it be nice

Give me a mountain paradise



We'll leave our sheets out in the rain

And listen to the lonesome train



Summer slowly turns to fall

Tomatoes ripe, we eat them all



Tangling vines around our shoes

I'm counting on every day with you



One sweet bell around us two

There's romance, everyday sounds like you



Shown the secrets of metal by accordian friends

In fact we might have to learn how to shred



The picture's made us change our view

We sleep on blankets in the living room



It's our work, we're so involved

Sorry, we turned the phone off, if you called



Meet me at the back shack, baby

You'll bring your little ukelele

I'll take up real, make it alright

Let's make a song on the eight track tonight



Pack up the patch cords

Look back on the last one



In the beginning we made up rules

We thought to chant this thing every morning



Repeat that some goals slip to the side

Sleep awake, letting our bodies aside



Now we'll head back home

Oh! September, where did you go?



Meet me at the back shack, baby

You'll bring your little ukelele

I'll take up real, make it alright

Let's make a song on the eight track tonight

Meet me at the back shack, baby (x11)