Song parody of
Old Box of Things
by BW Johnson
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Well, look away slowly and come back to me
There's nothing as old as this old box of things
Well, you could say that I'm okay, endlessly
But you know it's hard to believe
And she came back all by herself that day
Carried with her more than just a suitcase
Well, she said that I could stay if I tried
To maybe just be a little nice
And winter's goading on my nose
I'm just happy to be alone
Well, breathing in the dust of thirty-odd years
The stranger they come makes no stranger to tears
Well, it's okay to ruminate in the dark
But summer's gone if you like it or not
So I'm taking out all of my winter clothes
I'm opening up for it, arms akimbo
Well, come on babe, excavate in the snow
You'll find the petal from the last rose
It ain't the way it lets you know
It's more about what it goes to show
Oh, yes it is
Li-di-de-di-di-de-di-di-di
Li-di-de-di-di-de-di-di-di-di
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Biting the bullet ain't no fun
But do you really wanna stick to your guns?
Oh, no
Well, look away slowly and come back to me
There's nothing as old as this old box of things
Well, come on, babe, contemplate everything
And go ahead and dance with him
Well, look away slowly and come back to me
There's nothing as old as this old box of things
Well, you could say that I'm okay, endlessly
But you know it's hard to believe
And she came back all by herself that day
Carried with her more than just a suitcase
Well, she said that I could stay if I tried
To maybe just be a little nice
And winter's goading on my nose
I'm just happy to be alone
Well, breathing in the dust of thirty-odd years
The stranger they come makes no stranger to tears
Well, it's okay to ruminate in the dark
But summer's gone if you like it or not
So I'm taking out all of my winter clothes
I'm opening up for it, arms akimbo
Well, come on babe, excavate in the snow
You'll find the petal from the last rose
It ain't the way it lets you know
It's more about what it goes to show
Oh, yes it is
Li-di-de-di-di-de-di-di-di
Li-di-de-di-di-de-di-di-di-di
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Biting the bullet ain't no fun
But do you really wanna stick to your guns?
Oh, no
Well, look away slowly and come back to me
There's nothing as old as this old box of things
Well, come on, babe, contemplate everything
And go ahead and dance with him
