With a pink hotel, a boutique Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got
And put them in a tree museum And they charged all the people A dollar and a half to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got And they put up a parking lot
Put away that D. D. T. Now Give me spots on my apples But leave me the birds and the bees Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got
I heard the screen door slam Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got