Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flappie, artist - Todd Rundgren.
Date of issue: 01.12.2020
Song language: English
Flappie |
It was Christmas morning, 1961 |
I recall the empty pen where my rabbit pet belonged |
And my mother told me don’t go in the shed |
And if I’d just behave then I’d get something yummy later on |
She also didn’t know Floppy was |
And said she’s ask my dad who was busy in the shed |
So I searched for Floppy for an hour or so |
All around the lawn and garden and underneath my bed |
But I was sure I locked my rabbit pen |
Just like I did every night |
And I checked three times just yesterday |
When I felt something wasn’t right |
And I stared at the pen just as if I knew what I know now |
It was Christmas morning, 1961 |
Everybody searched for Floppy and my dad, daddy searched as well |
By the trees and the water but never in the shed |
Because he couldn’t be in there so I shook my head |
We searched together then we took a break for coffee |
Everybody drinking coffee but I didn’t have a drop |
I thought of Floppy and how cold it was at Christmas |
And then I started crying and I couldn’t make it stop |
'Cause I was sure I locked my rabbit pen |
Just like I did every night |
And I checked three times just yesterday |
Because something didn’t seem right |
And I stared at the pen as if I knew what I know now |
It was the first day of Christmas, 1961 |
Everyone ate so loudly but I didn’t care |
I could only think of Floppy, my dear little Floppy |
And my appetite for food just wasn’t there |
After the soup, the main course would arrive |
And my father laughed and pointed, «Look, it’s Floppy in the pan!» |
I still see the silver bowl and him lying in three pieces |
And I realize my dad is such an evil man |
I left the table screaming and stamping |
And I cried on my bed for hours and hours |
And I stood cursing loud at the top of the stairs |
Yelling «Floppy wasn’t yours!» |
I stared out the window with the empty rabbit pen on my mind |
It was the second day of Christmas, 1961 |
Mom remembers when she woke, daddy was gone |
And I told her not to go into the shed |
And if she’d just behave she’d get something yummy later on |