Beaver Fever

Trippin' my way to the places and the faces I meet
 Tryin' to beat the heat with everything
 The crazy loves the crazy lies
 They fall by the way side but stuck in my lifeline
 Crampin' my bones
 Oh, Virginia won't you tell me what you've got in your bag of tricks to fix this
 Sometimes I feel I'm meant to put my hands into something I can't see in
 Hope that it might be
 The cast of that mold
 Oh, Trisha won't you sign my arm and tell me you love me,
 I'm broken
 What can I do, I'm on the outside
 Working my way back to you, babe
 A bird on my ear is whistling my tune, I've got to sing along
 Oh, Anna baby
 I'm going down the river in my four-door canoe
 Both the wings fall off
 What can I do?
 How many pancakes does it take to shingle a doghouse?
 None?
 Snakes don't have armpits