Lyrics My Last Black Scarf - Slim Cessna's Auto Club

My Last Black Scarf

Dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit,
— spit the pit!
Told me that your family was leaving for the evening, let me know you might
just forget to
bar the door, said that I should bring some leaves to make a hair wreath,
and a palm full of
olives cause you’re sick of sugar-beets.
Before the sun went down I filled my palm with olives, I ripped off a switch and
demanded it of leaves.
As the sun went down I stood on your doorstep with a scarf full of baubles that
you
demand of me.
I tied it to your olive tree, my last black scarf -- remember me.
Dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit,
— spit the pit!
I prayed you changed your mind but your door it did swing open, I tripped over
the bar
that lay upon the floor, you giggled at my grace and hawed at my seductions,
honey is it
really so hard to bar the door?
I ripped my scarf apart and bound your punch and kickers, I took another piece
and tied you to the bar.
I shoved a little bit down your throat for good measure, said now let me show
you what this
olive switch is for.
I tied it to your olive tree, my last black scarf -- remember me.
Dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit,
— spit the pit!
I sat by your side and ate down the olives, and used the wreath leaves to wipe
the juice
from my chin.
I said that was all and you said I can’t be leaving we didn’t
even try to make
an illegitimate.
You said you couldn’t have people thinking you weren’t worthy of being knocked
down knocked up and unfit.
I took back my last scarf and spat out the last olive and told you nothing
doing I’ve no
interest in the pit.
I tied it to your olive tree, my last black scarf -- remember me.