Little Summer Fly

Lyrics

I like horns and I like strings And all of life's frilly little things And I like polka dots when they find their perfect spot On some woodpecker's wings And I like pictures, and gilded picture frames Throwing dice and drinking pink champagne And win or lose, oh lordy, I'm just glad I'm in the game I like my radio turned way up loud Well, everybody's always saying "Come on, Walt, you gotta turn that down" But everything that I feel is right there in that sound So love me, or love me not Just know that I'm trying with everything that I've got To find the rainbows and See what might be down there in that old pot And all these ribbons and bows and curios That decorate my life They push me toward the light Like the little summer fly Upon the apple pie Right where the sweetness lies And it's there, and then someday I'll die And the angels will sing on high