Songtext von When I Turn Ninety-nine

Sakes alive I'm so confused. I met the ghost of Everett Ruess On the sidewalk yesterday. Well, he looked directly in my eyes And said “Surely it's no big surprise That you're thinking That you've lost your way.” Everett, it's not sound When you've got greyhounds Living up inside your mind Running circles all the time. Just a little Just al little bit of Bad maintenance makes a mess. Later that night I was face to face With William Tell in outer space As a unicycle wiggling on a wire “Better watch out Mr. Crazy Pants You're riding in an ambulance That ain't a gonna Make it to the fire!” Just a little Just al little bit of Bad maintenance makes a mess. I'm mourning This morning Miss Garland My darling One evening Three hours And the whole world Was ours From the hilltops To the little ball of molten rocks In the middle Now how'm I Just supposed to Get you off my mind When you'll be up there When I turn ninety-nine? Just a little Just al little bit of Bad maintenance makes a mess.