Record Collector

Intro: I'm tired of saying That I won't get lost ever again Who knows, maybe I will And everywhere I go There I'll be With a rusty old rake in a pile of leaves Oh my, truly daunting But my blue eyes Cannot see That their real hue is probably green I should keep records of these things And I'll know what yesterdays bring I'm, I'm not really sure But I'm starting to think that I've been here before Who knows Maybe I have And everywhere I went There I was with a choir of bees They were all a buzz Oh my, how amusing But my blue eyes Cannot see That their real hue is probably green I should keep records of these things And I'll know what yesterdays bring But... One time, there was this one time When I swore God, she spoke to me And she told me, oh yes she told me Of all the wonder that she could bring And I said, Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, won't you fill me up with it, Won't you fill me Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, why don't you fill me up with it, Why don't you fill me Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, why do't you fill me up with it, Why don't you fill me But my blue eyes Cannot see That their real hue is probably green I should keep records of these things And I'll know what yesterdays bring I am always here with me And I'll know what yesterdays bring