From the recording The Emergency Room
She used to be my baby; she was my sweet pea, too
But she taught me quite a lesson that I’ll now teach to you
A baby is a brand new person coming from a stork
And sweet peas they are vegetables; you eat ’em with a fork
Bacon, rump, or ribs, I was still a piece of ham
She fried me like a pork chop, baked me like a yam
I might as well be peanut butter covered by some jam
But it don’t matter anymore ’cause I don’t give a damn
(And) I’m gone, gone, gone — long gone
I’m done with her, maybe women altogether
Gotta get away; got to get myself together
’Til then I’m gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
She called me up and told me I was acting like a fool
She said for me to come right back or she’d treat me mean and cruel
She said she’d make me look just like a piece of ugly fruit
But I told her to get over it ’cause I’d given her the boot
If you don’t know the meaning of hell
Let me tell you straight
It's the real truth seen too late
’Til then I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
Words & Music by Don Tomlinson
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Mood: Humorous; Disenchanted; Leaving
Key: G / BPM: 150 / Length: 3:46