Just Just So To The Point Lyrics & Chords By Stevie Jackson

Here comes the wayward Son
And he’s going to find direction at last
“Hey kids kick it all around cause I’m going to read my paper before I look through the lens”
Like Hemmingway would always say
“ Hey, you know, you know that the Man makes the work”
Your naysayers don’t get your groovin’
As your reaching for your elephant gun
He was just, just, just, just, just so to the point it’s scary
Just so, say it isn’t “Uh Ho”
Just so to the point it’s scary
[(To the point)] it’s scary
Girl One, she loved you true
And you were lost in her smile till along came number Two
Sense a rift, you didn’t write it in the script
Then came number Three and she’s lapping up your Cocktail Blues
Showed the door to number Four
Cute little number, you were looking for a higher score
Met a Crocodile, happy for a little while
Now she’s getting snappy and she’s making allegations
Just, just, just, just so to the point it’s scary
She dropped the bomb with her usual aplomb (sing her a long song)
She was just so to the point it’s scary
[(To the point)] it’s scary
Listen John you could my Saviour
Making with my Flavia, scenes from Scandinavia
Winds blow, she come from the Seven Seas
Uh oh, Vikings in the Hebrides
Press keys, spell check, press send, “We still friends?”
No reply, guts spilled, she’s strong willed, it’s not a thrill to love her
A broken heart, I headed for a foreign land
A New York Tempeh sandwhich so take me to Angelica’s (300 East 12th Street)
Houston we don’t have a problem, Tom Hanks, no thanks
To the promise of a better world (Goodbye Apollo 13)
Cute girl said “Come to Philadelphia”
I took the Gamble then she took the Huff [(Leon Huff)]
Mancunian Polish Sex Priestess, pulled down her dress said
“Enough is enough”
She was just, she was just, just, just, just so to the point it’s scary
She dropped the bomb with her usual aplomb
She was just so to the point it scared me
[(To the point)] it’s scared me
[(To the point)] it’s scared me
Hey John, I’m kissing out of tune
Won’t you tell me your prescription, tell me what I’m missing
“Hey Boy, you gotta hear what I say
You gotta fill your ears with marrow from a cow killed in the hay”
May Horse, she’s a mean little apple
Hatful, capful, three bushel bagfuls
Hold my hand let’s pray to the saints
She said “Get yourself a backbone, you ain’t no invertebrate”