Just, Just, So to the Point - Stevie Jackson

Here comes the wayward Son

And he’s going to find direction at last

«Hey kids kick it all around cause I’m going to read my paper before I look

through the lens»

Like Hemmingway would always say

«Hey, you know, you know that the Man makes the work»

Your naysayers don’t get your groovin'

As your reaching for your elephant gun

He was just, just, just, just, just so to the point it’s scary

Just so, say it isn’t «Uh Ho»

Just so to the point it’s scary

it’s scary

Girl One, she loved you true

And you were lost in her smile till along came number Two

Sense a rift, you didn’t write it in the script

Then came number Three and she’s lapping up your Cocktail Blues

Showed the door to number Four

Cute little number, you were looking for a higher score

Met a Crocodile, happy for a little while

Now she’s getting snappy and she’s making allegations

Just, just, just, just so to the point it’s scary

She dropped the bomb with her usual aplomb (sing her a long song)

She was just so to the point it’s scary

it’s scary

Listen John you could my Saviour

Making with my Flavia, scenes from Scandinavia

Winds blow, she come from the Seven Seas

Uh oh, Vikings in the Hebrides

Press keys, spell check, press send, «We still friends?»

No reply, guts spilled, she’s strong willed, it’s not a thrill to love her

A broken heart, I headed for a foreign land

A New York Tempeh sandwhich so take me to Angelica’s (300 East 12th Street)

Houston we don’t have a problem, Tom Hanks, no thanks

To the promise of a better world (Goodbye Apollo 13)

Cute girl said «Come to Philadelphia»

I took the Gamble then she took the Huff

Mancunian Polish Sex Priestess, pulled down her dress said

«Enough is enough»

She was just, she was just, just, just, just so to the point it’s scary

She dropped the bomb with her usual aplomb

She was just so to the point it scared me

it’s scared me

it’s scared me

Hey John, I’m kissing out of tune

Won’t you tell me your prescription, tell me what I’m missing

«Hey Boy, you gotta hear what I say

You gotta fill your ears with marrow from a cow killed in the hay»

May Horse, she’s a mean little apple

Hatful, capful, three bushel bagfuls

Hold my hand let’s pray to the saints

She said «Get yourself a backbone, you ain’t no invertebrate»