Trippin’ my way to the places and the faces I meetnTryin’ to beat the heat with everythingnThe crazy loves the crazy liesnThey fall by the way side but stuck in my lifelinenCrampin’ my bonesnOh, Virginia won't you tell me what you've got in your bag of tricks to fix thisnnSometimes I feel I'm meant to put my hands into something I can't see innhope that it might benThe cast of that moldnOh, Trisha won't you sign my arm and tell me you love me,nI'm brokennnWhat can I do, I'm on the outsidenWorking my way back to you, babenA bird on my ear is whistling my tune, I've got to sing alongnOh, Anna babynnI'm going down the river in my four-door canoenBoth the wings fall offnWhat can I do?nHow many pancakes does it take to shingle a doghouse?nNone ?nSnakes don't have armpits