My Bubba - Bubba's Blues lyrics

It's seven in the morning, and I'm building a tree house for two Let's make up the mess we made from mayhem and chess There is silence on the other side Moon and mills, pockets full of pills Trying hard to stay off the track, But my wonderment is you in the sack It's eight in the evening, having difficulties with my dreams Be aware of the robots in here they might just lick your hair