Andrea Schroeder Bebop Blues lyrics

Oh your head‘s too instant
And your Jell-o mold won‘t mix
Your head's too empty
Ain't nothing you can fix

So I'm going back to Wichita
And rebop the bebop blues, oh yes
Going back to Wichitown!
And bebop the rebop blues

My clutch is slipping
But I'll arrive on time
My clutch went out
Beside the plastic diner sign

Oh your head‘s too instant
And your Jell-o mold won‘t mix
Your head‘s too empty
Ain't nothing you can fix
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
Going back to Wichita
And rebop the bebop blues, oh yes

Going back to Wichitown
And bebop the rebop blues

Ain't pulling no weight baby
So I don‘t need no lows
All I need is high
And I know just how to go

Going back to Wichita
And rebop the bebop blues, oh yes
Going back to Wichitown
And bebop the rebop blues

I‘m going back to Wichitty
And bebop around the flo, oh yes
I‘m going back to Wichitty
And bebop the rebob blues

The bebop blues