THE GREAT ESCAPE

Move like a butterfly, sting like a bee
I've tried it but it just doesn't work for me
Shoot from the hip and hope for the best
Somehow I didn't make the cowboy test
Down in the city, flunked my exam
Tried to be a dear, I turned out a ham

Stuck in the sticks a fly on wax paper
Swearin' I'm goin' to get out later
Pity I ain't got no one to blame
For the cloud up above and the cold winter rain
I only just discovered a hole in the wall
I looked it up, they say that it's called a door

Cry me a river, spring me a flood
I'm not licked yet if you thought so, bud
I may have lost a great, big battle
But I won't forfeit the war without a great, big rattle
Bartender, bartender, soothe the breeze
Same again down this way if you please
I know it's late, but tomorrow's mine
So hit me again before you call time

Words and music Tor Kristian Berg
©2003