Mrs. Hughes

Call me and I'll follow you to Pan Pacific Park

Monday, be there, you may get a message

Monday, be there, you may get a message

Downtown they found a light

Touch me again and I'll tell Mrs. Hughes

Touch me again and she might blow a fuse

That's the end of the news

Rush me to the hospital, steal me a car

Bring me some pollywogs home in a jar

That's the way that you are

Just the way that you are

Right from the start and one at a time

Break them apart so I can divide

Who got the money, who got the keys?

Who's got the time for times such as these?

News coming in that the losers are winners

None of us here can watch

Tell me again and I'll touch Mrs. Hughes

You've got her confidence you get to choose

I can hardly refuse

Down the town center where somebody died

By British Home Stores just sitting outside

Looking self satisfied

But the point was beside

Down at the shore, some Friday in June

Washed in on the tide, lit up by the moon

She'll find a part as she walks in her sleep

A piece of the reason dragged up from the deep

Small paper packages washed down with gin

None of us here can watch

Downtown they found

Downtown, downtown a light

That was the start of it all

Oh, that was the start of it all

Call me and I'll follow you to Pan Pacific Park

I've been a bad, bad man

Done some very wicked things, oh baby

Been a bad, bad man