Sitting in the basement, your sister and me

Slipping through the bases one, two, three

We go way back

Fluffing up the cushions on the leather settee

Laying in the hay stacks

Sighting up the father with her hands so tiny

She’s moving right in and I’d rather sight see

And takes me out to eat though I feel so sickly

I sing by myself, I do this nightly

Looking down the street through my window darkly

We go way back

I bought a Big Gulp™ and I feel a little dizzy

Laying in the hay stacks

Thinking to myself what a waste of three sheets

She’s moving right in though I’d rather sight see

And takes me out to eat though I feel so sickly

We go way back, we go way back

We’re washing the bedsheets

We go way back, wе go way back

We’re washing the bеdsheets

Sitting on the edge of the Arab Sea

Waiting on a ship full of horns and dark meat

We go way back

I heard your mother say with a voice so softly

Laying in the hay stacks

Let the sailors in with a grin so charming

She’s moving right in though I’d rather sight see

She takes me out to eat though i feel so sickly

We go way back, we go way back

We’re washing the bedsheets

We go way back, we go way back

We’re washing the bedsheets

We go way back, we go way back

We’re washing the bedsheets