Can write a song about a sting
Can writa about most anything
Couldn’t I? Oh Francie, couldn’t I?

I was walkin’ to the north I was fallin’ to the south
Couldn’t keep my tongue inside my mouth
Marble pie. I love my marble pie.

Every little tale gotta come to an end
I will always be your friend

Every little tale gotta come to an end
I will always be your friend

Spendin’ all the winter waitin' for the spring
Found I can wait for most anything
Couldn’t I? o Francie, couldn’t I?

Leanin' on a fence post the suns’ real low
Shady day above me and the wind blow blow
Feelin the real nice breezy-o

Every little tale gotta come to an end
I will always be your friend

Every little tale gotta come to an end
I will always be your friend

I got ten fingers you got ten toes
Four eyes together and a pair of nose
Its real fine. just bein’ all the time.

Every little tale gotta come to an end
I will always be your friend
Crazy-o. how times do quickly go.

Every little tale gotta come to an end
I will always be your friend

Every little tale gotta come to an end
I will always be your friend

Can write a song about a sting
Can writa about most anything
Couldn’t I? Oh Francie, couldn’t I?