From the recording The Friday Ten
Ray O'Hara (Vocal duo, acoustic guitar), Betty Soo (Vocal duo), Larry Wilson (Acoustic and electric guitar), Michael Ramos (organ, electric piano), Will Landin (Bass guitar), Kit Bergman (Drums). Produced by Ray O'Hara. Mixed and mastered by Chris Bell.
Music by Ray O'Hara / Lyrics by John Lynch
Lyrics
This morning I did a crossword, got two or three right
I guess I shoulda stopped, after my third whiskey last night
Cause I never was that smart, and was never good with words
And I never did love you, no matter what you heard
Six Down clue was you, forty-four across was me
Whatever are the answers, we’re too distant to agree
Cause I never had an interest, to think different’s absurd
And I never want to hold you, no matter what you’ve heard
Just like a crossword, put away your poison pen
We need a new language, so we can begin again
Words like daggers are sharper than any sword
Like a crossword
Oooh crossword
I put the newspaper down, and pick up my guitar
And close my eyes to play a tune, and there you are
Cause I ain’t too good at lyin’, it’s not my thing
So I’ll sit here with my bourbon, and pour a drink
Eleven down is broken, six across is heart
Those answers fit together, as long as we’re apart
Cause sometimes I’m careless, at times I get burned
Like when I gave the love to you, that was never returned
Just like a crossword, put away your poison pen
We need a new language, so we can begin again
Words like daggers are sharper than any sword
Like a crossword
Oooh crossword