Leave the Lights On

Feeling kind of bony On the telephoney Talking to Marconi Eating Rice-a-Roni Nominated for a Tony For acting like a phoney Watching Twilight Zoney On my forty-two inch Sony This is just a long song It ain't no poem Leave the lights on till your baby gets home It's like sitting in the kitchen When the music's really bitchinYour nose it starts to itchinAs you count your old age pension Did I forget to mention The ride that I was hitchinTo the Aluminum convention I had such good intention Keep your cotton pickin' fingers off My song poem And leave the lights on till your baby gets home Leave the lights on till your baby gets home Leave the lights on till your baby gets home Don't forget your toothbrush Your hairbrush and your comb Leave the lights on till your baby gets home Got a big ol' dog A chrome crowbar I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car Me and Billy Shakespeare Stepped out to get a root beer We sat together so near