13th day of August '54 I was five years old

Depending where you're counting from

Ma didn't tell me what was going abroad

No tales of things to come

Daddy, daddy come home in the evening with the burdens of the day

Pat Boone might come along and take Daddy's blues away

Ma might take Daddy's head into her hands

Soothe awhile, soothe awhile, touch the boy inside the man

Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets

It's such a long, long way From the street

Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets

It's such a long, long way From the street

No, no, no Miss Debbie Reynolds promised someone out there always to obey

Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat

And there was no one better qualified to cry awhile, cry awhile

Not quite like Mr Johnny Ray

Mmm Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat

Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat

Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets

It's such a long, long way From the street

Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets

It's such, it's such, it's such a long, long, long, long way

I said it's such a long way From the street

[If you like the blues I think we can ...

Home life, wife and children, a community life centred around the church,

things on which ... basis ... Baby, don't you want me no more?

.... .. teenagers find an idol, they usually emulate what they know of his habits.

Bring it on home, Daddy!]

Don't you want me no more? Talk to me Oh, yeah

Down at the juke joint, back at the drive-in movie show

Moondog made one more white boy sanctified

Out on the streets, the red hot streets, old heroes fell

And I screamed my name with pride

Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets

It's such, it's suc