Harrison Adams

Lyrics
[Talking] This is not to say he was a dishonest man, he's one of the most honest men I've ever read about. Let me tell you one thing, this is the daily thing. Remember when it was snowed in Ohio, like it always does? They used to make us like, get down, squat, and walk like ducks across the sidewalk. They would throw snowballs at us, and when they hit you, you gotta go dang and fall over There he sits Guarding the fish market Splitting hairs and atoms Eying the salt target Please to preach Harrison Adams The son of a jack poker Panting like a ram worker Arise Give into the umpire Feel his air Relax That's where we stay He says, "You aren't happy with me And I know it And you are the world to me But it's all gone now It's all gone now" Look at the back of his pants Where he must have sat in something Bring it to a boil Your gripes and your follies Being appointed chief Of your own dream team That's what they call 'em Dead on arrival Begone Take your opinions From the removal office I ask For your forgiveness He says, "You aren't happy with me And I know it And you are the world to me But it's all gone now It's all gone now" Arise Give into the umpire Feel his air Relax That's where we stay You aren't happy with me You aren't happy with me You aren't happy with me We are jolly good fellas We are jolly good fellas Give me the, give me the, give We are jolly good fellas We are jolly good fellas We are jolly good fellas Give me the, give me the, give Da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da Give me the, give me the, give Da, da, da, da, da, da [Talking] I tell you, Toby, stay home with your Italian grandmother. We sit and eat pizza and pasta and watch the game. Instead you go to the world of Italian women. I told you, you spend every dime I give you. We take your money, we eat Italian food, we eat Poughkeepsie Da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da Put that thing away Put that thing away Put that thing away Poughkeepsie Son, you're going to have to
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Credits
- Writers
- Robert Pollard