Honey put down that flyswatter   And pour me some ice water   And would you bring me my hammer   And could you find me some nails   For soon I'll be going   To work for this living   And with you here to guide me   Then I cannot fail      The morning it stumbles   Right in through the window   And this getting up early   Gets old anyway   And if you listen close dear   The crying that you hear   Is the nighttime lamenting   The start of the day      And it's hotter than concrete   In July in Houston   And it'll get worse here   Before it turns nice   But old Tink's in the backyard   And I swear that boy's so smart   He's got everything ready   So we'll be all right      So honey put down that flyswatter   And pour me some ice water   And though I'll soon be going   Well I haven't gone yet   So come stand here beside me   And hold my hand gently   And tell me do you remember   The first time we met