Oh Sweet Pickle

I know you’d rather be outside
Playing with your friends
Digging holes and climbing fences
I just want you to know
You are my best friend in the world
I hope you understand
When I’m coming home and you’re waiting by my door
I know that you’re hungry
You can scratch my couch straight to hell
As long as you will stay by side
Until you see a squirrel climbing up a tree
Then I’ll let you chase it down
I spent all my beer money getting rid of your fleas
So you could be outside playing with your friends again
Everyone on 2nd Avenue
They watch you around
They always tell me
They always tell me
I’ll never ever have that big bag of money
But I promise to always have some food for you
And I can never sleep when you are out all night
I wish that you were home
I’m just about to watch Twin Peaks
The one where Leo Johnson comes out of his coma
I know my apartment’s small
It’s all I can afford
Just tell me that you’ll never leave
I spent all my beer money getting rid of your fleas
So you could be outside playing with your friends again
Everyone on 2nd Avenue
They watch you around
They always tell me
They always tell me