From the recording Overtime (2013)

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Lyrics

Poor old Lucy never got a shot
Yeah her old man took that away and left her with not a lot
Broken down busted and hung out to dry
He turned a young girls laugh into an old lady’s cry
She’d wink at her friends say he’s a hell of a guy
Poor old Lucy never got a shot

Old Freddy he’d been working steady for what seemed about a hundred years
He was a men’s department gopher pushing penny loafers down at the Main Street Sears
Always tongue tied with his soul worn out and his life hanging by a string
Until the day Lucy Walker walked into his life and said these things

I can make you laugh you can make me cry
Oh together we can be the most hell of a girl and swell of a guy
We can rent a house way up upon that hill
We can a beautiful boy named Jack
And a wonderful girl named Jill
Uh huh…uh huh…how about it baby

Poor old Joe he used to have some clout
But the kids shipped him off to the old age home when the money ran out
From passing laws to passing stones and now he’s just passing time
They say he shuffles on home from the shuffle board court and passed out by nine
Poor man Joe he used to have some clout

Well old Claribel she was doing swell ever since she took that fall
With a triple by-pass and her hip replaced it was a big year all in all
Keep the place tidy there’s bridge on Friday
You never know who might show
She looked across the table at her new bridge partner
He said hi my name is Joe

I can make you laugh girl you can make me cry
Oh together we can be the most hell of a girl and swell of a guy
We can rent a house way up upon that hill
I can bring my dog named Jack
You can bring your cat named Jill
Uh huh…uh huh…how about it baby

Poor reverend Jim he never stood a chance
He kept all those ladies in the congregation in a god like trance
Well from Sunday sessions to Monday’s confessions he knew every sin in town
But those nights alone in that rectory bed were really bringing him down
Poor reverend Jim never stood a chance

Now widow Fran was without her man ever since his ship went down
First she got new clothes and then she got new hair then she got around
She hit the bottle then she hit the bible then she hit on reverent Jim
She dog-eared all the pages of the Thorn Birds and she mailed it to him
(and on the inside cover she wrote)

I can make you laugh boy you can make me cry
Oh together we can be the most hell of a girl and swell of a guy
We can build a house way up upon that hill
Oh we can spend our days as though we were Jack and Jill
Uh huh…uh huh…how about it boy