How Come You're Being So Good To Me - Buddha Remastered - September 3, 2001

You scratch my back and wash my socks
 You answer the door when the preacher knocks
 You scrub the floor and fill my belly
 With peanut butter and apple jelly
 You change the kids at half past three
 How come you're being so good to me?
 How come you come each time I call
 When I get hung up in the hall?
 How come you come each time I yell
 Down inside my lazy spell?
 How come you come each time I scream?
 How come you are being so good to me?
 Every timе the roof caves in
 Like a toothpastе ad you sit and grin
 And if you're mad it sure don't show
 When I announce I gotta go
 You fill my pipe before I leave
 How come you are being so good to me?
 How come you come each time I groan?
 And carry me home when I get stoned?
 How come you move when I say go?
 How come you hop when I say toad?
 How come you cook when I say eat?
 How come you a being so good to me?
 You cut the wood and slop the hogs
 And dig post holes and feed the dogs
 Patch up holes in your cotton sack
 Drive the truck to town and back
 While I decorate your window with my be rusty feet
 How come you a being so good to me?
 How come you come each time I call
 When I get hung up in the hall?
 How come you come each time I yell
 From down inside my lazy spell?
 How come you come each time I scream?
 How come you a being so good to me?