Good grief, Charlie Brown
You mean, I’m being run out of town
Like Daffy Duck
I am sweet out of luck
And I’m not welcome ’roun’ here no more

She said she was mine
She would be mine all the time
She would love me like the
Sweetest of wine
But she has got tired of me
Of my ways
My always the same kind of ways
And now she was showing me
The door

That she wasn’t mine no more
That I wasn’t hers
She was tired of the burrs
In my beard
I thought kind of weird
Was I such the freak
That both of us had
Done mistake?

I borrow by the lake
I look at the ducks
And the geese swimming ’roun’
The tears from my eyes
Are overflowing the lake
As I cry
As I cry
And ask why.