Clementine

You slept in your overalls
 After the wrecking ball
 Bereft you of house and home
 And left you with sweet fuck all
 So we got in your car
 With our kickabout hearts
 And we hollered out
 "Sweet Clementine"
 Tell your mom to marry us
 A candle to carry us
 With cans on our bicycle fender
 So sweet and hilarious
 And we'll find us a home
 Built of packaging foam
 That will be there
 'Till after we die
 And I'll play the clarinet
 Use clam shells for castanets
 And we play with our bags on our shoulders
 My sweet lady lioness
 And I watch as you sleep
 So indelibly deep
 And I hum to you
 "Sweet Clementine"