Pills - Roger Chapman

Ode to Billy Joe, oh so woeful oh so sad

Kept us wondering all these years

Just what was in that bag

That splashed into the river

Sank like a ton of bricks

Imagination running wild, wuz it

Black-eyed peas or grits

There ain’t no institution like

A body on the pill

No cause for retribution, no momma’s doctors bills no —

There ain’t no institution like

A body on the pill

When you go fornicating on

A Blueberry Hill —

The trials and tribulations of Ol’e Hickory Hollows Tramp

Deserves investigating -some kinda lady with a lamp

And that story teller feller sounds strange but could be true

If he’d bin 10 years younger I guess

We might just never knew

There ain’t no institution like

A body on the pill

No cause for retribution, no momma’s doctors bills no —

There ain’t no institution like

A body on the pill

When you go fornicating on

A Blueberry Hill —

Like a ship, without a sail honey

It’s like having no Fats Domino

Like a walk along the strand

Where you should never ever be alone

Like your sister running wild, wild

When your listening to the Feat

Now girls you just ain’t nowhere

Unless you taking it

There ain’t no institution like

A body on the pill

No cause for retribution, no momma’s doctors bills no —

There ain’t no institution like

A body on the pill

When you go fornicating on

A Blueberry Hill —