Lyrics Good Night, Petunia. - Greaseball

Good night Petunia
I'll see you in my dreams again
We'll both be plotting
And wanting

The things we never needed anyway
Kissed a mean one by the steeple
Found a needle in the hay
Lord believe us we ain't evil
But it seems that it's that way
Since I had nowhere to go
Since Selena let me stay
And I don't like no confrontations
No no, but

The boneyard belongs to us, you little scamps
Five girlfriends and only four food stamps
You can't bop like me, I just pretend to run slow
Only whistling the tunes that my friends should just know
I'ma sleep till high noon, I'ma be with you soon
I'ma sleep, cowboy
Sleep, cowboy