babies in the nursery

I’ve got a bunch of things to do
Though I can’t say what they are
But I’m going to take a break anyway
and try to play guitar

There’s babies  in the nursery
but my hair’s been turning grey
And I’m looking  to see my  Joanie
again some day.

got fresh from the garden hot dogs
so don’t get daunted dears.
I’ll tap your nose , I’ll iron your clothes
I’ll try to dry your tears.

I heard it getting dark out
so bring your Frederick,  please
the doctors say you’ll catch
your death a terrible disease.

But there’s babies  in the nursery
and my hair’s a turning grey
And I’m looking  to see my  Joanie
again some day.

The medicine’s been poisoned
and the cure lost in the mail
the wrens out on the windowsill
can see you growing pale

There’s a gap that can’t be bridged
 in the matter of life and death
I avoid the question
and you respond with your last breath

If I didn’t know any better
then I’d swear I don’t know worse
most things don’t make sense
until you see them in reverse.

But there’s babies  in the nursery
and my hair’s a turning grey
And I’m looking  to see my  Joanie
Once again some day.