At The Hop

Put me in your suitcase
 Let me help you pack
 'Cause you're never coming back
 No, you're never coming back
 Cook me in your breakfast
 And put me on your plate
 'Cause you know I taste great
 Yeah, you know I taste great
 At the hop, it's greaseball heaven
 With candy pants and Archie too
 Put me in your dry dream
 Or put me in your wet
 If you haven't yet
 No, if you haven't yet
 Light me with your candle
 And watch the flames grow high
 No, it doesn't hurt to try
 It doesn't hurt to try
 Well, I won't stop all of my pretending
 That you'll come home
 You'll be coming home someday soon
 Put me in your blue skies
 Or put me in your grey
 There's gotta be some way
 There's gotta be some way
 Put me in your tongue tie
 Make it hard to say
 That you ain't gonna stay
 That you ain't gonna stay
 Wrap me in your marrow
 Stuff me in your bones
 Sing a mending moan
 A song to bring you home