Pills-Roger Chapman

Ode to Billy Joe, oh so woeful oh so sad Kept us wondering all these years Just what was in that bag That splashed into the river Sank like a ton of bricks Imagination running wild, wuz it Black-eyed peas or grits There ain't no institution like A body on the pill No cause for retribution, no momma's doctors bills no - There ain't no institution like A body on the pill When you go fornicating on A Blueberry Hill - The trials and tribulations of Ol'e Hickory Hollows Tramp Deserves investigating -some kinda lady with a lamp And that story teller feller sounds strange but could be true If he'd bin 10 years younger I guess We might just never knew There ain't no institution like A body on the pill No cause for retribution, no momma's doctors bills no - There ain't no institution like A body on the pill When you go fornicating on A Blueberry Hill - Like a ship, without a sail honey It's like having no Fats Domino Like a walk along the strand Where you should never ever be alone Like your sister running wild, wild, When your listening to the Feat Now girls you just ain't nowhere Unless you taking it. There ain't no institution like A body on the pill No cause for retribution, no momma's doctors bills no - There ain't no institution like A body on the pill When you go fornicating on A Blueberry Hill -