Christine Kane - All The Relatives lyrics

Second Avenue yellow VW She's behind the wheel The busy people are crossing the street In their wingtips and their heels She sings a tune from a Broadway musical She got no radio She waves her hand to the man in the Rolls As the stoplight turns to Go And all the relatives They say she's always been crazy with her radical ways They say she's ornery, smells sort of garlic-y They think she might be gay CHORUS: Do do do do Do do do do do Do do do do do do do She decided she don't really like it Workin' at a desk And so she's packin' up and she's movin' to Oregon Tuesday after next And all her things but her journals and paintings And jazz CD's of course She'll give away to her good friend Renee Who was recently divorced And all the relatives They say she's always been an overly emotional girl They'll tell you what you've got to toughen up To make it in this world CHORUS She sings at night a lullaby There's not a note in tune She rides a bike she flies a kite She got a rose tattoo And all the love that ever was It never was so true She says the best days are when there is Nothing much to do She found a puppy alone in an alley One rainy Christmas Eve And even though she was practically broke She took it home and gave it the last of her crackers and cheese Yesterday she said, I think I'd lose my faith, Except for the fact there are miracles practically every single day And all the relatives Say she hasn't been in a church in a matter of years And add to that her weird little hats and the pierces in her ears And all the relatives They say she's always been crazy with her radical ways Well, you know, that might be so But she guesses she's okay