POLKA DOT BLUE

Polka dot blue

She ain't your average little ingenue

She's wearin' polka dot blue

And servin' up her brand of country stew

 

Was doin' just fine

Shufflin' along my own crease in the road

Ignorin' the signs

Not havin' a clue

Just a free buckaroo

 

If this was just a fever

a couple of aspirin and I'd be o.k.

But it's not my head, it's my heart

And some tender upstart

Who's got my life in this disarray

 

Polka dot blue

Not your average little ingenue

She's wearin' polka dot blue

And servin' up her brand of country stew

 

Polka dot blue ...

 

Love that dress, and all the rest

I've got this strange affliction

Been wearin' my socks, inside out

Combin' my teeth, and flossin' my hair

It's confusin', there ain't no doubt

 

What's got me in this kerfuffle

Like I'd been drinkin' too much zinfandel

It ain't a “what”, it's a “who”

And I'm confessin' to you

This could be trouble, or somethin' else

Polka dot blue

Not your average little ingenue

Wearin' polka dot blue

Servin' up her brand of country stew

 

Can't shake this spell I'm under

That's got me puttin' on these miss-matched shoes

And when I open my mouth

All the brilliance goes south

Seems my brain's taken off on a cruise

 

All my friends think I've lost it

They're spreadin' the word: “ It may be straitjacket time”

'Cause they all knew me when

I was cool, just like them

Now I'm crossin' the “crazy” line