Egg & Daughter Nite, Lincoln Nebraska, 1967 (Crazy Bone)

If you like your apples sweet

And your streets are not concrete

You'll be in your bed by nine every night

Take your hand-spanked, corn-fed gal

And your best friend's four-eyed pal

To a treat right down the street as dynamite

Don't let your conscience be your guide

If you put your foot inside

You wish you left your well-enough alone

When you got hell to pay

Put the truth on layaway

And blame it on that old crazy bone

Crazy bone (crazy bone)

Crazy bone (crazy bone)

Well, you wish you'd left your well-enough alone

When you got hell to pay

Put the truth on layaway

And blame it on the old crazy bone

Don't be stuck up in Alaska

When you should be in Nebraska

On a Thursday when it's Egg and Daughter Nite

When the farmers come to town

And they spread them eggs around

And they drop their daughters down at the roller rink

Well, you're probably standing there

With your slicked-back, Brylcreem hair

Your lucky's and your daddy's fine-tooth comb

If they knew what you were thinking

They'd run you out of Lincoln

Just blame it on that old crazy bone

Crazy bone (crazy bone)

Crazy bone (crazy bone)

Well, you must have left your wisdom tooth at home

If they knew what you were thinking

They'd run you out of Lincoln

Just blame it on the old crazy bone

Here comes that crazy bone

When the grandkids all are grown

And they put you in a home

And eternity is approaching fast

Yeah, you're half out of your head

And you probably pissed the bed

And you can't see a thing to save your ass

And far across the prairie (prairie)

In the local cemetery ('tery)

They already got your name carved out in stone

When all them nurses say

"Grandpa, why you walk that way?"

Just blame it on that old crazy bone

Yeah, blame it on that old

Crazy bone (crazy bone)

Crazy bone (crazy bone)

And everybody in that old folks' home

If they knew what you were thinking

They'd run you out of Lincoln

Just blame it on that old crazy bone

And everybody in that old folks' home

Yeah, blame it on that old crazy bone