Thad Jones & Mel Lewis Follow

With her overcoat under her arm, leaning on a horsehead cane
She said, "Carl, take all the money", she called everybody 'Carl'
My spirit's broke, my mind's a joke and getting up's real hard

Don't you know her, when you see her?
She grew up in your back yard
Come back to us, Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard

Selling Bibles at the airports, buying Quayludes on the phone
Hey, you talk about a paper route, she's a shut in without a home
God save her, please, she's nailed her knees to some drugstore parking lot
Hey, Mr. Brown, turn the volume down, I believe this evening's shot

Don't you know her, when you see her?
She grew up in your back yard
Come back to us, Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard

Can't you picture her next Thursday? Can you picture her at all?
In the hotel Boulderado, at the dark end of the hall
I gotta shake myself and wonder, why she even bothers me?
For if heartaches were commercials, we'd all be on TV

Don't you know her, when you see her?
She grew up in your back yard
Come back to us, Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard

Come back to us, Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard

With her overcoat under her arm, leaning on a horsehead cane
She said, "Carl, take all the money", she called everybody 'Carl'