Slim Cessna's Auto Club - My Last Black Scarf lyrics

Dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit, - spit the pit! Told me that your family was leaving for the evening, let me know you might just forget to bar the door, said that I should bring some leaves to make a hair wreath, and a palm full of olives cause you're sick of sugar-beets. Before the sun went down I filled my palm with olives, I ripped off a switch and denuded it of leaves. As the sun went down I stood on your doorstep with a scarf full of baubles that you demand of me. I tied it to your olive tree, my last black scarf -- remember me. Dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit, - spit the pit! I prayed you changed your mind but your door it did swing open, I tripped over the bar that lay upon the floor, you giggled at my grace and hawed at my seductions, honey is it really so hard to bar the door? I ripped my scarf apart and bound your punch and kickers, I took another piece and tied you to the bar. I shoved a little bit down your throat for good measure, said now let me show you what this olive switch is for. I tied it to your olive tree, my last black scarf -- remember me. Dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit, dig the pit, fill the pit, - spit the pit! I sat by your side and ate down the olives, and used the wreath leaves to wipe the juice from my chin. I said that was all and you said I can't be leaving we didn't even try to make an illegitimate. You said you couldn't have people thinking you weren't worthy of being knocked down knocked up and unfit. I took back my last scarf and spat out the last olive and told you nothing doing I've no interest in the pit. I tied it to your olive tree, my last black scarf -- remember me.