I just never could say, 'Good bye' or 'Adieu' Ooh but the years, they have been so kind to you There's some skills that I have learned to do And I would certainly like to share them with you You're outside hangin' wet linen And I am givin' a Van Dyke listening If you need a little help stretchin' the canvas If you need a shaky ride to Lawrence, Kansas If you need a little help haulin' that big fat sack I'll be sittin' right here beside my stone age fax machine You're up there amongst the mountains And I am drinkin' from a nasty water fountain I just never could lay a bead on you I took a sad envelope of seed from you I just never could get something to take root One just never can tell about the growth shoot I am crouched with a weak shovel And you are tending the mysterious tunnel