Springfield, or Bobby Got a Shadfly Caught in his Hair

I don't care to say What I failed to recognize Every single day From the poker to the prize Running out of Springfield, I worked for the Capitol Air In the bags Found a woman there who said, she had a mind To make me a messenger man If my father took his life For the national plan I don't care, I'm not about to stick my grave With an apron and a bucket of plans Never ever, I can take the pillow cases Off the yellow pillows, make a property line From the bed in the living room, the living room The morning papers made the most out of nothing at all So we took the room With a view of the runaway I took off my clothes And she took it for a holiday I was taken for all the things That I never had before Running out of Springfield, she left me With a note saying, "Bobby, don't look back" And if my wife took a bicycle ride With a knife in her hand I saw it coming all the shad-flies run at once With a trumpet or a train, oh, I'm running from it Wait a minute, wait a minute, give a minute, lady I can explain the aftershave Wait a minute, wait a minute, give a minute Bobby got a shad fly caught in his hair, yes, he does