Egg & Daughter Nite, Lincoln Nebraska, 1967 (Crazy Bone)

If you like your apples sweet
 And your streets are not concrete
 You'll be in your bed by nine every night
 Take your hand-spanked, corn-fed gal
 And your best friend's four-eyed pal
 To a treat right down the street as dynamite
 Don't let your conscience be your guide
 If you put your foot inside
 You wish you left your well-enough alone
 When you got hell to pay
 Put the truth on layaway
 And blame it on that old crazy bone
 Crazy bone (crazy bone)
 Crazy bone (crazy bone)
 Well, you wish you'd left your well-enough alone
 When you got hell to pay
 Put the truth on layaway
 And blame it on the old crazy bone
 Don't be stuck up in Alaska
 When you should be in Nebraska
 On a Thursday when it's Egg and Daughter Nite
 When the farmers come to town
 And they spread them eggs around
 And they drop their daughters down at the roller rink
 Well, you're probably standing there
 With your slicked-back, Brylcreem hair
 Your lucky's and your daddy's fine-tooth comb
 If they knew what you were thinking
 They'd run you out of Lincoln
 Just blame it on that old crazy bone
 Crazy bone (crazy bone)
 Crazy bone (crazy bone)
 Well, you must have left your wisdom tooth at home
 If they knew what you were thinking
 They'd run you out of Lincoln
 Just blame it on the old crazy bone
 Here comes that crazy bone
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 When the grandkids all are grown
 And they put you in a home
 And eternity is approaching fast
 Yeah, you're half out of your head
 And you probably pissed the bed
 And you can't see a thing to save your ass
 And far across the prairie (prairie)
 In the local cemetery ('tery)
 They already got your name carved out in stone
 When all them nurses say
 "Grandpa, why you walk that way?"
 Just blame it on that old crazy bone
 Yeah, blame it on that old
 Crazy bone (crazy bone)
 Crazy bone (crazy bone)
 And everybody in that old folks' home
 If they knew what you were thinking
 They'd run you out of Lincoln
 Just blame it on that old crazy bone
 And everybody in that old folks' home
 Yeah, blame it on that old crazy bone
 
 If you like your apples sweet
 And your streets are not concrete
 You'll be in your bed by nine every night
 Take your hand-spanked, corn-fed gal
 And your best friend's four-eyed pal
 To a treat right down the street as dynamite
 Don't let your conscience be your guide
 If you put your foot inside
 You wish you left your well-enough alone
 When you got hell to pay
 Put the truth on layaway
 And blame it on that old crazy bone
 Crazy bone (crazy bone)
 Crazy bone (crazy bone)
 Well, you wish you'd left your well-enough alone
 When you got hell to pay
 Put the truth on layaway
 And blame it on the old crazy bone
 Don't be stuck up in Alaska
 When you should be in Nebraska
 On a Thursday when it's Egg and Daughter Nite
 When the farmers come to town
 And they spread them eggs around
 And they drop their daughters down at the roller rink
 Well, you're probably standing there
 With your slicked-back, Brylcreem hair
 Your lucky's and your daddy's fine-tooth comb
 If they knew what you were thinking
 They'd run you out of Lincoln
 Just blame it on that old crazy bone
 Crazy bone (crazy bone)
 Crazy bone (crazy bone)
 Well, you must have left your wisdom tooth at home
 If they knew what you were thinking
 They'd run you out of Lincoln
 Just blame it on the old crazy bone
 Here comes that crazy bone
 ♪
 When the grandkids all are grown
 And they put you in a home
 And eternity is approaching fast
 Yeah, you're half out of your head
 And you probably pissed the bed
 And you can't see a thing to save your ass
 And far across the prairie (prairie)
 In the local cemetery ('tery)
 They already got your name carved out in stone
 When all them nurses say
 "Grandpa, why you walk that way?"
 Just blame it on that old crazy bone
 Yeah, blame it on that old
 Crazy bone (crazy bone)
 Crazy bone (crazy bone)
 And everybody in that old folks' home
 If they knew what you were thinking
 They'd run you out of Lincoln
 Just blame it on that old crazy bone
 And everybody in that old folks' home
 Yeah, blame it on that old crazy bone