Lyrics Burchfield Nines - Michael Franks

Burchfield Nines

Dan expands like Gildersleeve:
«You salty dogs, it’s New Year’s Eve.»
The Dali drools, the Hartley shines
But all I see is those Burchfield Nines
The artist weeps, the agent smiles;
I’d like to learn to box like Miles
We’re all such funny valentines
But all I see is those Burchfield Nines
The women purr like Cheshire cats
And Mr. T. breaks out the V.A.T
And on the box Bird tingles spines
But all I see is those Burchfield Nines