Rickie Lee Jones  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------   She was pregnant in May   Now they're on their way   Dashing thru the snow   To St. John's, here we go   Well, it could be a boy   But it's okay if he's girl   Oh, these things that grow out of   The things that we give   We should move to the west side   They still believe in things   That give a kid half a chance   When he pulled off the road   Step in a waltz of ted moon-beams   Said he fit an APB,   A robbery nearby   And he go for his wallet   And they thought he was going for a gun   And the cops blew Bird away   Some kids like watching Saturday cartoons   Some girls listen to records all day in their rooms   But what do birds leave behind, of the wings that they came with   If a son's in a tree building model planes?   Skeletons,   Skeletons.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------