I don't care to say what
 I failed to recognize
 Every single day from the poker to the prize
 Running out of Springfield
 I worked for the Capitol Air, in the bags
 Found a woman there who said
 She had a mind to make
 Me a messenger man
 If my father took his life
 For the national plan, I don't care
 I'm not about to stick my grave with an
 Apron and a bucket of plans, never ever
 I can take the pillow cases
 Off the yellow pillows
 Make a property line from the bed
 In the living room, the living room
 The morning papers made the most
 Out of nothing at all
 So we took the room
 With a view of the runaway
 I took off my clothes
 And she took it for a holiday
 I was taken for all the things
 That I never had before
 Running out of Springfield
 She left me with a note saying:
 "Bobby, don't look back"
 And if my wife took a bicycle ride
 With a knife in her hand
 I saw it coming
 All the shadflies run at once
 With a trumpet or a train
 Oh, I'm running from it
 Wait a minute, wait a minute
 Give a minute, lady
 I can explain the aftershave
 Wait a minute, wait a minute
 Give a minute
 Bobby got a shadfly
 Caught in his hair
 (Yes, he does)