White, Clean and Neat Robert Plant

13th day of August '54, I was five years old
Depending where you're counting from
Ma didn't tell me what was going abroad
No tales of things to come
Daddy, Daddy, come home in the evening with the burdens of the day
Pat Boone might come along and take Daddy's blues away
Ma might take Daddy's head into her hands
Soothe awhile, soothe awhile, touch the boy inside the man

Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets
It's such a long, long way from the street
Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets
It's such a long, long way from the street

No, no, no, Miss Debbie Reynolds promised someone out there always to obey
Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat
And there was no one better qualified to cry a while, cry a while
Not quite like Mr. Johnny Ray, mm
(Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat)
(Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat)

Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets
It's such a long, long way from the street
Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets
(It's such a long, long way)
It's such, it's such, it's such a long, long, long, long way
(I said it's such a long way, I said it's such a long way) from the street