Couldn't have been one for the prize Run away slipping out of sight Sweetheart tell me that it's okay Going to make it all go go go away Never thought it true 'cause it's you Saying it just makes the point moot Crossing all rides 'til it's right Sweetheart we could be here all night Yeah Topper boy he knew The drum's within your shoe What you going to do when you're out Rollicking and rolling all of the time Take a frame and slice in a rind Whatever gives you some peace of mind Oopsy baby guess it was you Maybe I'll crown a thorn or two And bang that drum up in my shoe What's a young man in this world to prove