Reise Gerbs You're Driving Me Buggy lyrics

i made friends with jackie about a year ago-
when the weather was sweet and the sun was shining
and the oranges were rip and pretty-
i would wake up over by the yellow monhagen and walk my ass down the street-
i'd be coming back for tropicana, and runnin' cross the street-
some black guy we called snuffy smith would wave at me
and we would laugh...
remembering the springtime and the summer's oh so warm-
and the folger's coffee they'd put up inside the "buggy" drawers-
he came to see me one afternoon inside the warm and yellow sun
in a red old jeep with a carpenter, his career until I died-
my dreams about the fun we could-and sooner than a later time that day,
he said "i gotta go!
he had to make some time downtown beside this cheap to cheap "halo"!
I told him if he wanted, he could make some time for me,

but I guess he picked right up on something "buzzing" by the old elm tree-
so deep within my understanding
men don't really like the bugs-
the bothersome, the lightbugs, and the flies and bees and measly tugs-
and finally?
idea became clear there-
"please forgive the old pogrum,reisa"-but one uh cop uh two uh cop uh three uh "sister uh------
jeez-iss!......
noone likes that supervision...god bless the nothing I've become...
p.s. please forgive my dam piques...at 56 this is the kind of thing...noone should have to do.
cool-----finally beat denman, that --------.