Bobbie Gentry - Apartment 21 Lyrics
Rain on my Sunday shoesPick up the daily newsLooks like tomorrows bluesBut its better than noneCall on the telephoneknowin' that he's not homeI'll put on the Rollin' StonesAnd I can have me some funStart up a flight of stairsStand up and comb your hairTry not to change thingsMore than you can withstandGet into something newThat's made for a year or twoPick up the piecesWhere you think they might landEveryday goesAnother days goneHate to say so but I'm getting olderDay by dayTake off all your clothesStand up and wipe your noseCry for your daddyWho died so long agoJump on another planeToday it's all the sameYou can catch me in Boston'Cause that's how it goesI'm here in apartment 21Stop by and have some funSay how ya doin', ya old son of a gunLook at a photographLord, don't it make you laughFor all these changesWhat have you done?La la la, la la la, la la la laLla la la la, la la la, la la la laLa la la, la la la, la la la laLa la la la, la la la, la la la laSit down and write a songWait till the days grow longAnd wait fir the autumn windTo blow me awayLa la la, la la la, la la la laLla la la la, la la la, la la la laLa la la, la la la, la la la laLa la la la, la la la, la la la la(repeat)
