Gumby, Gumby, You should call your daughter again Don’t call me, Call your daughter
Gumby, I just can’t do anything Can’t do anything right Don’t ask me, if I help when helping you Just need someone to fight So hard, brooding on you’re close You don’t even move to cover While move, moving is how things begin The front yard taken by the cross Backyards with the shiny pieces of tin So much fury buried in
Gumby, you should call your daughter Please call your daughter again You must see, things are getting harder Getting more of the pain Do you not even at all How bad must it be to be better since All day feeling the bottomless things All those trinkets by the zone Are tokens took from them to the others There’s a bottom that you’ll never hit I don’t know just how you explain this To a kid with nowhere to live Don’t let the father, she has means well But just has nothing to give
Gumby, you should call your daughter again Don’t call me, call your daughter again Gumby, Gumby, You should call your daughter again Don’t call me, call your daughter.
Writer/s: Aimee Mann
Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing
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