Japanese Slippers

Down at the shell shed the boys are pickin' at their pearls
 The hole in my mitten lets the rain get in
 I bought 22 ounces from the petrol park, waiting at the light
 I'm never gonna make it back in time
 So Geraldine and me can begin
 Before Mister Raymond and his Japanese slippers comes creepin' in
 I sit with the fan on my face and sip shandies all day
 I learned to sleep standing up so I don't have to make the bed
 No tobacco for my rolling papers, warm water in my cup
 I'll have wait all morning
 Before Geraldine and me can begin
 Before Mister Raymond and his Japanese slippers'll come creepin' in
 Loaded up with turkey carpets and green glass diamonds
 I drove back and forth for five long rolling moons
 And everyday and every night I thought of back at home
 And I couldn't get the notion out of my head
 That before Geraldine and me could begin
 Mister Raymond and his Japanese slippers'd come creepin' in
 Everything is always a little late
 Trippin' on those Japanese slippers seems to be my fate
 It was my job to cut down all the poplar trees
 And I'd sit on the stumps and listen to the finches
 And look out at the field and eat honey out of the jar
 And wonder why it always seemed
 Before Geraldine and me could begin
 Mister Raymond and his Japanese slippers would come creepin' in