What’s new to me are the old nnn news to you shed skiing oh and we’ll sign all the letters with our fingers we’ll rewrite the names What’s blue for me is rependent for you and with mouthfulls of spiders we’ll reach for our lives in the street Do I have to play Poppa to earn you respect Oh honey I’m so fortunate we met And the pines and their guns check the soldiers ’til they were all caught They worked so hard On the trucks and their gears you can sat into fears when they guard when They worked so hard on the road that is closed with the babies and clothes until then it gets too hard Go frozen our noses at the smellin’ of roses On cars They worked so hard They worked so hard They worked so hard They worked so hard They worked so hard