Springfield (Bobby Got A Shadfly Caught In His)

I don't care to sayWhat I failed to recognizeEvery single dayFrom the poker to the prizeRunning out of Springfield, I worked for the Capitol AirIn the bagsFound a woman there who said, she had a mindTo make me a messenger manIf my father took his lifeFor the national planI don't care, I'm not about to stick my graveWith an apron and a bucket of plansNever ever, I can take the pillow casesOff the yellow pillows, make a property lineFrom the bed in the living room, the living roomThe morning papers made the most out of nothing at allSo we took the roomWith a view of the runawayI took off my clothesAnd she took it for a holidayI was taken for all the thingsThat I never had beforeRunning out of Springfield, she left meWith a note saying, "Bobby, don't look back"And if my wife took a bicycle rideWith a knife in her handI saw it coming all the shad-flies run at onceWith a trumpet or a train, oh, I'm running from itWait a minute, wait a minute, give a minute, ladyI can explain the aftershaveWait a minute, wait a minute, give a minuteBobby got a shad fly caught in his hair, yes, he does