From the bells of St Mary
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To the Count of Monte Cristo
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Nothing can stop
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Nothing can stop
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Nothing can stop
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The sins of Memphisto
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Sally used to play with her hula hoops
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Now she tells her problems to therapy groups
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Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a rake
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Wondering if his marriage was a terrible mistake
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I'm sitting on the front steps drinking orange crush
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Wondering if it's possible if I could still blush
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Uh huh Oh yeah
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A boy on a bike with courduroy slacks
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Sleeps in the river by the railroad tracks
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He waits for the whistle on the train to scream
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So he can close his eyes and begin to dream
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Uh huh Oh yeah
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The hands on his watch spin slowly around
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With his mind on a bus that goes all over town
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Looking at the babies and the factories
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And listening to the music of Mister Squeeze
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As if by magic or remote control
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He finds a piece of a puzzle
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That he missed in his soul
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Uh huh Oh yeah
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Adam and Eve and Lucy and Ricky
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Bit the big apple and got a little sticky
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Esmeralda and the Hunchback of Notre Dame
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They humped each other like they had no shame
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They paused as they posed for a Polaroid photo
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She whispered in his ear "Exactly Odo Quasi Modo"
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Sins of Memphisto
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| John Prine |
