Enchanted Frog Blues (Lyrics)

You better treat me right ...

... or I'll turn you into a frog.

You shouldn't treat your lover man lke

Another bump on the log.

It'd make me feel so sad

To see you sittin on a lily pad.

So cut out the dirty dog

And you won't be a frog.



You'd better be my honey pie ...

... Or I'll turn you into a fly.

Buzzin round my garbage can

Bein nobody's friend

Or maybe a nasty gnat

Is where I will put you at

Flyin through a swampy bog

And you'd be lunch for a frog



I know that you been a'cheatin on me

With every man in the phone book, from A to Z

And if you don't stop bein untrue

I'm gonna have to cut loose and put a spell on you



If my heart should break ...

... I will turn you into a snake

You'd crawl through life on the ground

And all because you brought me down

Every day from 9 to 5

You'd be the lowest creature alive

If I turned you into a snake

Boy, you'd know you'd made a mistake.



I know that you've been hoppin in and outa bed

With every man in the phone book, every Tom Dick and Fred

And if you don't stop bein untrue

I'm gonna have to cut loose and put a spell on you



You better treat me right ...

... Or I'll definitely turn you into a frog

You shouldn't treat your sweet daddy like

Another bump on the log

It'd make me feel so sad, so sad, so sad

To see you sittin on a lily pad

So cut out the dirty dog

And you won't be a fro-wow-wow-wow-wow-wog

Copyright 1973 by James-Clifton Spires

East of Eden (Lyrics)

I'll give you a poem to read in the barn

It's a token of friendship, not meant to do harm

It's to tell you that someone just wants to show that he cares

I'll turn around while you read it for I don't mean to stare

I know that you missed out on the things all children need

That you were kept so lonely by hearts that were full of weeds

Well, you can't think that no one, no one ever gives a damn

Just remember that I am here to offer you my hand



And I'll be your friend, even

When we're driven East of Eden

To that land that they call Nod,

Where Cain ran from his god

When you figure out just what you're needin

I'll give you my share

So when you find yourself East of Eden

You'll know you have one friend there



And when you feel like driving

Your Porsche into the wall

Just remember my telephone number

Don't hesitate to call

You may think you're nothin but bad,

That they forgot to put in the good

Try and reach out to someone else

And know you are understood



And I'll be your friend, even

When we're driven East of Eden

To that land that they call Nod,

Where Cain ran from his God

When you figure out just what you're needin

I'll give you my share

So when you find yourself East of Eden

You'll know you've got one friend there

Copyright 1972, James-Clifton Spires