My Last Black Scarf - Slim Cessna's Auto Club

Dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit,

— spit the pit!

Told me that your family was leaving for the evening, let me know you might

just forget to

bar the door, said that I should bring some leaves to make a hair wreath,

and a palm full of

olives cause you’re sick of sugar-beets.

Before the sun went down I filled my palm with olives, I ripped off a switch and

demanded it of leaves.

As the sun went down I stood on your doorstep with a scarf full of baubles that

you

demand of me.

I tied it to your olive tree, my last black scarf -- remember me.

Dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit,

— spit the pit!

I prayed you changed your mind but your door it did swing open, I tripped over

the bar

that lay upon the floor, you giggled at my grace and hawed at my seductions,

honey is it

really so hard to bar the door?

I ripped my scarf apart and bound your punch and kickers, I took another piece

and tied you to the bar.

I shoved a little bit down your throat for good measure, said now let me show

you what this

olive switch is for.

I tied it to your olive tree, my last black scarf -- remember me.

Dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit,

— spit the pit!

I sat by your side and ate down the olives, and used the wreath leaves to wipe

the juice

from my chin.

I said that was all and you said I can’t be leaving we didn’t

even try to make

an illegitimate.

You said you couldn’t have people thinking you weren’t worthy of being knocked

down knocked up and unfit.

I took back my last scarf and spat out the last olive and told you nothing

doing I’ve no

interest in the pit.

I tied it to your olive tree, my last black scarf -- remember me.