Mark Mulcahy Follow

Why do I have to stay
And why does she get to go?
Oh, why, do I have to stay here
And why, does she get to go?
Oh, why, do I have to stay here
Why does she get to go?

Down came Bill Jocko
From the heart of Hooter ville
Take down your Christmas tree
But I know that you never will

Riding lover was his lady
And she did not know his mind
When Billy took the Datsun
To the top for the last time

And that's when they were
Drunk on wine coolers
That they stole from her mother
Drunk on the summer
And drunk on each other

You better take a right at the graveyard
And a left over at the ghetto
Climb up to where it's dark
And gonna take all of our clothes off

Lucinda had her head down
Braiding her hair so she could not see
That William had his eyes closed
Headin' straight for a tree
And that's when they were

Drunk on wine coolers
That they stole from her mother
Drunk on the summer
And drunk on each other

One or two or three hundred feet
Down to the ground
Let's do it now when there
Ain't no park ranger hangin' 'round

He cut the wheel on banana peels
We're goin' straight into a skid
Shut off the motor and gone straight off of the ridge

They hit hard, like a broken wand
And Lucinda she was dead
He climbed back up to the top
And this is what he said
He said

Why do I have to stay here
And why does she get to go?
Why do I have to stay here
And why does she get to go?

Why do I have to stay here
And why does she get to go?
Why does she? Why does she?
Why does she? Why does she?