Lyrics

(spoken intro)
This song is dedicated to the constant memory of Wheelbarrow
Who, as far as I?m aware, made up the title of this song
And used to sing it as an imaginary chorus to an imaginary song
Whenever he was in a country mood
Which was pretty often, and often pretty

I won?t buy you flowers on your birthday
I won?t dry your tears if you cry
And I won?t be in when you call round on Thursday
But I?ll lay you in the lay-by by the bayou by and by

Now I won?t give you food when you get hungry
And I won?t bring you down when you?re too high
And I won?t go round to see your folks on Sunday
But I?ll lay you in the lay-by by the bayou by and by

Now I can?t see the point in chasing money
And I don?t see no sense in being dry
And I don?t see why we can?t all get along now
But I?ll see you in the lay-by by the bayou by and by

No I won?t buy you flowers on your birthday
And I won?t dry your tears if you cry
And we know you won?t be in no more on Thursday
But we?ll see you in the lay-by by the bayou by and by
(repeat)

(We?re gonna) See you in the lay-by by the bayou by and by
(We?re gonna) See you in the lay-by by the bayou by and by
(We?re gonna) See you in the lay-by by the bayou in the sky