Be Real - Sir Douglas Quintet

My sister had a nursery rhyme

Set of figurines

She’d often let me play with them

I’d set 'em up in different scenes

Fifty plastic army men

Led by Superman

Destroyed the ranks of Mother Goose

Mary and her little lamb

Slips away and catches

Sister getting real

And I can too

As long as I don’t make a sound

When we were real, we were in love

With everyone and everything

I guess it was the beauty of bluebird

Clears his throat of phlegm and static singing operatic

Evening comes, and the butterflies are bats

Eat the spider that had saddled up beside her

And the dish, his lovin' spoon were never found

And I’m taking flight seeking relief

The lure of handkerchief so white

I chase it straight into the ground

Slips away and catches

Sister getting real

And I can too

As long as I don’t make a sound

And I’m taking flight seeking relief

The lure of handkerchief so white

I chase it straight into the ground