Egg & Daughter Nite, Lincoln Nebraska, 1967 (Crazy Bone)

If you like your apples sweet And your streets are not concrete You'll be in your bed by nine every night Take your hand-spanked, corn-fed gal And your best friend's four-eyed pal To a treat right down the street as dynamite Don't let your conscience be your guide If you put your foot inside You wish you left your well-enough alone When you got hell to pay Put the truth on layaway And blame it on that old crazy bone Crazy bone (crazy bone) Crazy bone (crazy bone) Well, you wish you'd left your well-enough alone When you got hell to pay Put the truth on layaway And blame it on the old crazy bone Don't be stuck up in Alaska When you should be in Nebraska On a Thursday when it's Egg and Daughter Nite When the farmers come to town And they spread them eggs around And they drop their daughters down at the roller rink Well, you're probably standing there With your slicked-back, Brylcreem hair Your lucky's and your daddy's fine-tooth comb If they knew what you were thinking They'd run you out of Lincoln Just blame it on that old crazy bone Crazy bone (crazy bone) Crazy bone (crazy bone) Well, you must have left your wisdom tooth at home If they knew what you were thinking They'd run you out of Lincoln Just blame it on the old crazy bone Here comes that crazy bone When the grandkids all are grown And they put you in a home And eternity is approaching fast Yeah, you're half out of your head And you probably pissed the bed And you can't see a thing to save your ass And far across the prairie (prairie) In the local cemetery ('tery) They already got your name carved out in stone When all them nurses say "Grandpa, why you walk that way?" Just blame it on that old crazy bone Yeah, blame it on that old Crazy bone (crazy bone) Crazy bone (crazy bone) And everybody in that old folks' home If they knew what you were thinking They'd run you out of Lincoln Just blame it on that old crazy bone And everybody in that old folks' home Yeah, blame it on that old crazy bone