Lyrics Rx-Pyro (Prescription Fire) - Bobby Darin

Rx-Pyro (Prescription Fire)

There’s a baker up the river trying to buy some bread
And the farmer on his mountain keepin' time in bed
Catch a rabbit at the station
Watch it count her toes
While the backhoe’s in the garden
Only heaven knows
Bend your knees
Shoot your eyes
And hit on me
Cross your t’s
Dot your i’s
But stay in g
You know that Smiley flies his sister 'cross the burning sands
Then Harvey leaves the world in some old madman’s hands
Peanut butter taken any other way
He’s bound to keep the reefer busy every day
Bend your knees
Shoot your eyes
And hit on me
Cross your t’s
Dot your i’s
But stay in g
You know his father is the preacher who can cure the cold
He pours it from a bottle 'til it turns to mold
Then he holds it to the light so he can see it shine
The number in the corner of the picture’s mine
Bend your knees
Shoot your eyes
And hit on me
Cross your t’s
Dot your i’s
But stay in g
Oh keep your lawn in order and you won’t be checked
You can take another border 'til the grass is wet
Read it in the «Journal"so you know it’s true
The people at the corner look like me and you
Bend your knees
Shoot your eyes
And hit on me
Oh… cross your t’s
Dot your i’s
And stay in g
Cross your t’s
Dot your i’s
But stay in g