Ichabod Crane - Frog

Presently, he stopped inside of a lonely place to rest a while

He leaned against a granite wall, and gave himself a little smile

Head chopped off like Ichabod Crane, oh, the things I’d do again

Tongue hacked out like Helen Keller, oh, if I could only tell her

In the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane

In a little place I keep for all the things that never came

Time is a big city that rolls up majestically

With sewers that are festering, and that’s the way it has to be

Head chopped off like Ichabod Crane, oh, the things I’d do again

Tongue hacked out like Helen Keller, oh, if I could only tell her

In the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane

In a little place I keep for all the things that never came, and

When will I see you again?

Meet in the sugar cane

The devil is a pious man

He’ll take anybody in

44's in his right hand

Where movies are the only love

Darlings kissing the god above

You don’t know how to say you’re sorry, you’re sorry

Time is a measure of how much you’ll never

Be able to tell her how much you love her

Head chopped off like Ichabod Crane, oh, the things I’d do again

Tongue hacked out like Helen Keller, oh, if I could only tell her

In the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane

In a little place I keep for all the things that never came

My true love is gone, my true love was slain

And she died in that Alabam' sugar cane

Head chopped off like Ichabod Crane, oh, the things I’d do again

Tongue hacked out like Helen Keller, oh, if I could only tell her

In the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane

In a little place I keep for all the things that never came, and

When will I see you again?

Meet in the sugar cane

The devil is a pious man

He’ll take anybody in

44's in his right hand

Where movies are the only love

Darlings kissing the god above

You don’t know how to say you’re sorry, you’re sorry