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White, Clean and Neat

This song is by Robert Plant and appears on the album Now and Zen (1988).

Thirteenth day of August 'fifty four, I was five years old
Depending where you're counting from
Ma didn't tell me what was going abroad
No tales of things to come

Daddy, daddy, come home in the evening with the burdens of the day
Pat Boone might come along and take daddy's blues away
Ma might take daddy's head into her hands
Soothe awhile, soothe awhile, touch the boy inside the man

Beneath the skirts, between the clean, white sheets
It's such a long, long way on the street
Beneath the skirts, between the clean, white sheets
It's such a long, long way on the street

Now, now, now

Miss Debbie Reynolds promised someone out there, always to obey
Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat
And there was no one better qualified to cry a while, cry a while
Not quite like Mr. Johnny Ray

Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat
Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat

Beneath the skirts, between the clean, white sheets
It's such a long, long way on the street
Beneath the skirts, between the clean, white sheets (It's such a long, long way)
It's such, it's such, it's such a long, long, long, long way on the street (It's such a long, long, I said, it's such a long way)

(If you like the blues, I think we can. Home life with his wife and children, and community life centered around the church, are the things on which Pat Boone bases his career)

I had the nerve to... want me no more?

(He still runs the scout troop in Denver. When teenagers find an idol, they usually emulate what they know of his habits. Bring it on home, daddy)

Do you really want me no more?
Ooh, yeah
Talk to me
Oh, yeah

And down to the juke-joint, back to the drive-in movie-show
Moondog made one more white-boy sanctified
Out on the streets, the red hot streets, old heroes fell
And I screamed my name with pride

Beneath the skirts, between the clean, white sheets
It's such a long way, it's such a long way
It's such a long, long way on the street
Beneath the skirts, between the clean, white sheets (It's such a long, long way)
It's such, it's such, it's such a long, long, long, long way on the street (It's such a long, long, I said, it's such a long way)

Whoo, let's go

(The singer? Johnnie Ray. The trademark, a hero. Yet, listen to the Ray voice come sizzling off the wax, his long string of best selling records. Watch this human stick of dynamite reduce himself, and the audience, to limp rags, in a pulsating, motion-packed, jazz-laden half hour. How high can you get?)

Hey, baby
I'm worried you'll tell me, baby

(Cool, crazy, in the groove, super and sincerely yours. They're married to stay: lovely Debbie Reynolds, film star, hubby, Eddie Fisher, misses her. That's how it's been. Now Debbie has scaled the hit parade heights] with such song successes as Tammy. It's your turn now, Eddie, on film. Bring it on home, daddy.)

Mama, you never want me no more
Little girl, little girl, little girl
Baby, baby, since I've been loving you, ha

(You make me want to jump and shout, baby)

I'm about to lose
I'm about to lose

Credits

Written by:

Johnstone, Plant

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