vocals:  Joe Hight


Fickie went down to the grocery store
ran into Jasmine in the alley by the door
didn't want to talk about the things that they'd done
if they did somehow it would ruin all the fun

Meet there many times in the alley way 
running back home you could hear her say
where have you been all this time my dear mom
so out of breath with your pants all undone

Fickie with an F is her name
really don't know why or who to blame
her mother had turrets all throughout her life
smoking cigarettes in an old hash pipe

Fickie woke up in her cold lonely room
couldn't find her hat couldn't find her shoe
'cause the social worker wasn't stopping by that day
mommy did her dope as Fickie watched TV and played

Fickie went back to bed and covered up her head
singin' "Polly Wally doodle all the day"
finally got the nerve up told her and she cried
sometimes you just can't teach a monkey how to fly

Fickie with an F is her name
really don't know why or who to blame
her mother had turrets all throughout her life
smoking cigarettes in an old hash pipe

Fickie lost her wallet on the bus not long ago
seems that when she's out she never ever could say no
Jasmine drove the jeep home every night ya know because
when she walked through the door she always got applause

Vanished from her home on a cold December night
Boise Idaho to the New York city lights
her drunken mother didn't miss her for three days she said
had her legs in the air locked behind her head

Fickie with an F is her name
really don't know why or who to blame
her mother had turrets all throughout her life
smoking cigarettes in an old hash pipe
 

		              
		              

  Genre: Pop Vocals