The Spuddle
Beat Girl took out a loan
On a mobile home idea
Got auditions for a marching band
So forgot its idea
Come Wednesday, since October
She's so happy in the middle.
She's so happy in her little life.
She's so happy in the middle.
She's so happy in her little life.
Back to school and waiting tables.
Days of long and days of real.
She plays drums
and he plays the poor guitar.
Chuck the frozen by the field.
We can party, people of the world
She's so happy in her little
She's so happy in her little life
She's so happy in her little
She's so happy in her little
life
Wake up and look at the sun,
wake up and look at the trees
Leave my baby in bed,
he looks so good asleep
Reefer in the wreckage,
called out on the step
Truck sits waiting patient,
day from being a wreck
Cut short conversation,
I went to buy some jeans
He was three years older,
she was seventeen
Hey, look out, you,
it's about to blow
Hey, look out, you, it's about to blow
She's so happy in the middle
She's so happy in the middle
Hey, look out, you, it's about to blow
She's so happy in her little,
she's so happy in her little,