Doe Jane Shakey Graves

[Verse 1]
I’ve become a cold case, bruised and black
Laying on a table with my eyes rolled back
A husband for dear Doe, Jane
I used to fit in your arms like a book in a shelf
Now I sit on the floor telling jokes to myself

[Chorus]
Da da la da, da da la da da
Da da la da, da da la da
Wah, ah
Wah, wah, wah (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Wah, ah

[Verse 2]
I hope I don’t become a good boy, slow and strong
Minding my manners and tagging along
A pet for my dear Doe, Jane
I used to nip at the heels and bay at the moon
Now I sit and stay like the good dogs do

[Chorus]
Da da la da, da da la da da
Da da la da, da da la da
Wah, ah
Wah, wah, wah (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Wah, ah