Nazz - Wildwood Blues Lyrics
Got them old, wildwood bluesGot them old, wildwood bluesWildwood town, some bad newsGot them old, wildwood bluesDrinking beer by the seaGiant baseball park by the seaLooking like 1953Vegetable soup by the seaLook, harvey, a crab!Got into town on the 445I could hardly wait to arriveLocal yokel hippies start performing their tricksI try to make it out on the 446Luxurious accommodations, room and boardBut I take no anger until I fall on the floorBaskets, sea shells, anything became my bedThe local yokels and jeanie jumped in just the same now