Sheila
(by Michael Clem)
Seven brides for seven brothers
That ratio seems pretty fair
But we only had one bride between us
and we were the only grooms there
Now I had the first rite to woo her
For I was the older brother
It didn’t take long, before it went wrong
She told me she pined for another
It was YOU, two years my junior
My own kin was taking my place
But that’s not the part that made me so mad
Unlike me, you reached second base
WE FOUGHT OVER SHEILA
WE FOUGHT OVER CLOTHES
TODAY, YOU ARE TALLER THAN ME
I’M THE ELDER WHO WAITS
FOR YOUR HAND-ME-DOWNS
NOW HAND DOWN SHEILA TO ME
She drove a wedge in between us
and proved lust was stronger than blood
She couldn’t have made me feel smaller
I was her show pony
You, her big stud
Your whirlwind romance was a torture
She came by our house and just stayed
You’d sit at our upright piano
And duets were all that you played
Remember the week that you broke up
You sat at the left of the bench
I hugged you while you played the bass clef
We both claimed this girl was a wench
But now that you’re both back together
You don’t seek my counsel on girls
I still wouldn’t trade that dear moment
For all the duets in the world
WE FOUGHT OVER SHEILA
WE FOUGHT OVER CLOTHES
TODAY, YOU ARE TALLER THAN ME
I’M THE ELDER WHO WAITS
FOR YOUR HAND-ME-DOWNS
NOW HAND DOWN SHEILA TO ME
For seven long years you’ve been with her
You bring her to family affairs
You laugh and you drink ’til you’re scary
You act like she’s not even there
And while you’re out back with the uncles
And yellin’ and cussin’ about
I stare back and forth with your Sheila
and think of that week we made out
WE FOUGHT OVER SHEILA
WE FOUGHT OVER CLOTHES
TODAY, YOU ARE TALLER THAN ME
I’M THE ELDER WHO WAITS
FOR YOUR HAND-ME-DOWNS
NOW HAND DOWN SHEILA TO ME
LET’S FIGHT OVER SHEILA
AND RIP OFF HER CLOTHES
ONE DAY WE ALL WILL AGREE
I’M THE ELDER WHO SHOULDN’T
GET HAND-ME-DOWNS
NOW HAND BACK SHEILA TO ME
YES, HAND BACK SHEILA TO ME
copyright 2006 J Fish Music