Rx-Pyro (Prescription Fire) - Bobby Darin

There’s a baker up the river trying to buy some bread

And the farmer on his mountain keepin' time in bed

Catch a rabbit at the station

Watch it count her toes

While the backhoe’s in the garden

Only heaven knows

Bend your knees

Shoot your eyes

And hit on me

Cross your t’s

Dot your i’s

But stay in g

You know that Smiley flies his sister 'cross the burning sands

Then Harvey leaves the world in some old madman’s hands

Peanut butter taken any other way

He’s bound to keep the reefer busy every day

Bend your knees

Shoot your eyes

And hit on me

Cross your t’s

Dot your i’s

But stay in g

You know his father is the preacher who can cure the cold

He pours it from a bottle 'til it turns to mold

Then he holds it to the light so he can see it shine

The number in the corner of the picture’s mine

Bend your knees

Shoot your eyes

And hit on me

Cross your t’s

Dot your i’s

But stay in g

Oh keep your lawn in order and you won’t be checked

You can take another border 'til the grass is wet

Read it in the «Journal"so you know it’s true

The people at the corner look like me and you

Bend your knees

Shoot your eyes

And hit on me

Oh… cross your t’s

Dot your i’s

And stay in g

Cross your t’s

Dot your i’s

But stay in g