Pills - Roger Chapman

Ode to Billy Joe
Oh so woeful oh so sad
Kept us wondering all these years
Just what was in that bag
That splashed into the river
Sank like a ton of bricks
Imagination running wild
Wuz it
Black eyed peas or grits
There ain't no institution like
A body on the pill
No cause for retribution
No momma's doctors bills no
There ain't no institution like
A body on the pill
When you go fornicating on
A Blueberry Hill
The trials and tribulations of Ol'e Hickory Hollows Tramp
Deserves investigating some kinda lady with a lamp
And that story teller feller sounds strange but could be true
If he'd bin 10years younger I guess
We might just never knew
There ain't no institution like
A body on the pill
No cause for retribution
No momma's doctors bills no
There ain't no institution like
A body on the pill
When you go fornicating on
A Blueberry Hill
Like a ship
Without a sail honey
It's like having no Fats Domino
Like a walk along the strand
Where you should never ever be alone
Like your sister running wild
Wild
When your listening to the Feat
Now girls you just ain't nowhere
Unless you taking it
There ain't no institution like
A body on the pill
No cause for retribution
No momma's doctors bills no
There ain't no institution like
A body on the pill
When you go fornicating on
A Blueberry Hill