but we both swing hatchet like Carrie Nation.
You didn’t hear it from me, I didn’t hear it from you.
You didn’t hear it from me, I didn’t hear it from you.
We want to be like Clara Boo,
working with poor wounded patients
(if Clara’s not the scissors, we say she’s the glue),
working with poor wounded patients
(if Clara’s not the scissors, we say she’s the glue),
while we most resemble Blackbeard and his crew,
sails blown ragged all over deep tarnation.
You didn’t hear it from me, I didn’t hear it from you.
sails blown ragged all over deep tarnation.
You didn’t hear it from me, I didn’t hear it from you.
But we're happy that our girl-sleuth Nancy Drew
will be heading up the investigation—
she’ll cut with scissors and paste with glue.
will be heading up the investigation—
she’ll cut with scissors and paste with glue.
That girl never fails to find the clue;
then she drives her roadster to the police station
to show that clue to me and show it to you.
then she drives her roadster to the police station
to show that clue to me and show it to you.
So are we the guys and/or gals in blue?
We can neither confirm nor deny that allegation.
We’re both the scissors AND the glue.
You heard it from me, I heard it from you.
We can neither confirm nor deny that allegation.
We’re both the scissors AND the glue.
You heard it from me, I heard it from you.
