<b> "little green apples #2"</b>
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and i come home late at night and try to tiptoe in the room, and she says <i>"my my"</i>
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and i stumble over the rocking chair and my forehead hits the floor at night. it smarts.
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and as she's standing over me she gives me such a look and i try to hide my bloodshot eyes, i know my goose is cooked. and i say "honey...i can explain this...<br>
i've been eating little green apples and i think maybe a little nap will do me good."
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she said <i>"all the noise you're making ben, is going to wake up the neighborhood."</i>
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but i said "honey i've been eating little green apples and a lay my forehead in your lap will make me fine."
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and now myself is feeling low and i look into her eyes aglow and so am i.
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<i><b>"hey honey ya know i learned a new dance tonight. do you wanna know what it's called? do you know what it's called?"</b> "no" <b>"it's called the green apple quickstep...it's a real goer."</b></i>
<i>"now ben don't come home with drinking on your mind"</i>
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<i><b>"aw shucks i didn't mean it."</b></i>
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<i>"what do you mean coming home half drunk?"</i>
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<i><b>"it's the truth i ran outta money, that's what."</b></i>
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<i>"okay ben it's time for you to go to bed." <b>"i might as well, i'll be in trouble when i get home anyway." "aw honey you know i wasn't meaning that. all i was doing was..."</b></i>
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"i've been eating little green apples and i think a little nap will do me good, so put a cold towel on my head and put old big ben to bed, i wish you would...i wish somebody would."
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"i've been eating little green apples, and they taste just like x-lax samples. urgh, and myself is feeling low, and i think myself has got to go..."