Lyrics

upper class
sassafras
the one with the gift of the word

what a lady
drives me crazy
singing like a little bird

(chorus) dum dum diddle diddle dum diddle doe
dum dum diddle diddle dum
dum dum diddle diddle dum diddle doe
dum dum diddle diddle dum

who will know
where words will go
how she puts them into place

multi-rhymed
out of time
with such style
with such grace

(chorus)
(instrumental)

I sit in awe
the blind man saw
such a silly goose

she speaks in riddles
in the middle
in the colors of chartreuse

(chorus)