I don't care to say what   I failed to recognize   Every single day from the poker to the prize   Running out of Springfield   I worked for the Capitol Air, in the bags   Found a woman there who said   She had a mind to make   Me a messenger man      If my father took his life   For the national plan, I don't care   I'm not about to stick my grave with an   Apron and a bucket of plans, never ever   I can take the pillow cases   Off the yellow pillows   Make a property line from the bed   In the living room, the living room   The morning papers made the most   Out of nothing at all      So we took the room   With a view of the runaway   I took off my clothes   And she took it for a holiday   I was taken for all the things   That I never had before   Running out of Springfield   She left me with a note saying:   "Bobby, don't look back"      And if my wife took a bicycle ride   With a knife in her hand   I saw it coming   All the shadflies run at once   With a trumpet or a train   Oh, I'm running from it      Wait a minute, wait a minute   Give a minute, lady   I can explain the aftershave   Wait a minute, wait a minute   Give a minute   Bobby got a shadfly   Caught in his hair      (Yes, he does)