My Glum Sugar-Plum
She looked like Marianne Faithful in 1967
A pop-tart all gin and cigarettes
Lips and heaven
She had a knowledge of all the routes to the bottom
I said I'd give her the rings
I'd give her anything that she wanted
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
Don't you worry none
Gaudy glamour kisses and we were lit like Christmas
We spent our happy streak going from bad to bleak
Somebody said, a man needs a woman to go to hell with
I said I'd give her the rights
I'd steal her everything that she wanted
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
Don't you worry none
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
Don't you worry none
Sell your friends and all the jerks you know getaway
Pay our penance shoot the radio getaway
Tell your ma we went to Idaho getaway
Close your eyes sugar we can go
Anywhere you want
Anywhere the wind blows
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
Don't you worry none
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
My glum sugar
My glum sugar-plum
Don't you worry none
Autor(es): Michael Brooks, Eric Keith Jackson, Brian Jabas Smith
