Texty: Jim Croce. Bombs Over Puerto Rico. What the Hell.

Oh my room will always have some people

You see Johnny Carson is a friend of mine

And my music box will always play me something

If something's what I need to ease my mind
Take what you want

I'll feel much better



Don't hang around

Till I get myself together
You can leave those pieces right there where they fell

Someone else will come along and pick 'em up
Say what the hell




If I don't see you in the morning

Guess the sun might come up anyway

And without you here to love and stand beside me

Guess I just might make it thru' the day

If you should call from time to time
Don't be surprised


If the voice that answers ain't mine

'Cause you left the pieces right there where they fell

Someone else just came along and picked 'em up

Say what the hell




If you should call from time to time

Don't be surprised

If the voice that answers ain't mine


'Cause you left those pieces right there where they fell
Someone else just came along and picked 'em up


Say what the hell
If she don't love me come tomorrow




If you can't get what you want, want what you got
And I won't be drugged with words like joy and sorrow
I won't feel one way or the other


Like as not

I'll soon forget you

Leave my life

Guess you thought I'd never let you

'Cause you left those pieces right there where they fell

Someone else just came along and picked 'em up

Say what the hell