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From the CD - How To Be A Cannonball
By Alex McMurray

Otis Takes it on the Lam

Little boy little boy little boy little boy little boy...
little boy can't you keep a secret don't you tell a soul
I'm underneath the sink with all the poisons
little boy-your pappy's pajamas hanging on the hook
can replace these clothesline clothes that I took
Little boy replace these clothes I took

Little boy won't you fix me up some coffee
I'm sick of nuthouse chow
Can't you knock those pots and pans around
Little boy don't you read the papers
Never learn to read
I'm not the man they say that got free
Little boy I'm not the man they say got free
Little boy someday we're gonna both be free

It never was the girl that drove me mad
Sometimes the ones you love you make them feel so sad
Never take a job that puts you on your knees
Never be a man nobody sees
Little boy don't them keep you on your knees

Little boy won't you pick apart the ivy you must know the way
Your neighborhood to me the yards all look the same
Little boy it will be just like the circus
Look at all the lights
We'll sleep by day and travel every night
Little boy I like to travel in the night

Little boy no one likes a squealer but the pachyderm don't care
Remembering the hurt of something long ago
Little boy it will be always cotton candy never mind the whip
Never mind a soul in case you slip
I'll teach you how to be a cannonball
I'll place the net precisely where you'll fall
You're a born performer, anyone can see
And someday you'll be just like me