LOST IN THE SPINACH OF YOUR LOVE
A sensitive folk guitar tune dedicated to Popeye
Once I was what I was,
Now I am what I am,
You have taken all my strength and my will,
I have tried and I tried but,
I can’t fix this with a doctor or a pill,
I am lost in the spinach of your love,
I can be in Sam’s or Nednick’s,
In the Netherlands or Greenwich,
But I”m still lost in the spinach,
Lost in the spinach of your love.
Wandering through the green’
I have seen what I have seen and I still lost,
Oh so lost,
Lost in the spinach,
Lost in the spinach,
La, La, Laa
Brutis you ain’t the cute-ist
Olive knoes wether I am on the sea or land
I got the biggest musk-els, I got the best patter, it don’t matter
cause I am her spinach lovin’ man.
(Repeat until you are sea sick)
