It's not far I can walk down the block to table talk   Close my eyes make the pies all day   Plastic cap on my hair I used to mind now I don't care   I used to mind now I don't care 'cause I'm great      Did I show you this picture of my nephew?   Taken at his big birthday surprise   At my sister's house last Sunday   This is Monday and we're making pies   I'm making pies, making pies      Thursday nights I go and type down at the church with father Mike   It gets me out and he ain't hard to like t all   Jesus stares at me in my chair with his big blue eyes   And his honey brown hair and he's looking at me way up there on the wall      Did I show you this picture of my sweetheart?   Taken of us before the war   Of the Greek and his Italian girl   One Sunday at the shore      We tied our ribbons to the fire escape   They were taken by the birds   Who flew home to the country   As the bombs rained on the world      5 a.m. here I am walking the block to table talk   You could cry or die or just make pies all day   I'm making pies, making pies   I'm making pies, making pies