Tinsmith - Too Much of a Good Thing lyrics
[Tinsmith - Too Much of a Good Thing lyrics]
On Monday night he came to my door
And he made such a din
"Get up, get up you darling girl
And let your lover come in"
Well I got up and I let him in
And on me he did fall
It was 5 o’clock in the morning before
I got any sleep at all
On Tuesday night he came to my door
The joys of love to tend
"Get up, get up you darling girl
Before I go round the bend"
Well, I got up and I let him in
And in my arms he lay
I had to hear the stroke of
Four before he’d go away
On Wednesday night he came to my door
A little late in time
"I'd've been here sooner, ya darling girl
But the hill is so hard to climb"
He hadn’t been long all in my
Arms before he let me be
Then out of the house and down the
Road just after the stroke of three
On Thursday night he came to my
Door so weary and so slow
"Oh, give us a drink you darling girl
And then to work we’ll go"
Well, all night long he fought with it
But I had to help him through
And I heard him sigh as he rose to go
"It’s only after two"
On Friday night he came to my door
Shaking in every limb
"Get up, get up you darling girl
And carry your lover in"
Well, I got up and I carried him in
And gently laid him down
But hardly could his spirit's rise to
Reach the stroke of one
On Saturday night he came to my door
He came on his hands and knees
"Oh, don’t come down you darling girl
Stay home and let me be"
Well, I got up and I let him in
But he fell down in a swoon
And though often I tried to raise him up
He slept 'til Sunday noon
And he made such a din
"Get up, get up you darling girl
And let your lover come in"
Well I got up and I let him in
And on me he did fall
It was 5 o’clock in the morning before
I got any sleep at all
On Tuesday night he came to my door
The joys of love to tend
"Get up, get up you darling girl
Before I go round the bend"
Well, I got up and I let him in
And in my arms he lay
I had to hear the stroke of
Four before he’d go away
On Wednesday night he came to my door
A little late in time
"I'd've been here sooner, ya darling girl
But the hill is so hard to climb"
He hadn’t been long all in my
Arms before he let me be
Then out of the house and down the
Road just after the stroke of three
On Thursday night he came to my
Door so weary and so slow
"Oh, give us a drink you darling girl
And then to work we’ll go"
Well, all night long he fought with it
But I had to help him through
And I heard him sigh as he rose to go
"It’s only after two"
On Friday night he came to my door
Shaking in every limb
"Get up, get up you darling girl
And carry your lover in"
Well, I got up and I carried him in
And gently laid him down
But hardly could his spirit's rise to
Reach the stroke of one
On Saturday night he came to my door
He came on his hands and knees
"Oh, don’t come down you darling girl
Stay home and let me be"
Well, I got up and I let him in
But he fell down in a swoon
And though often I tried to raise him up
He slept 'til Sunday noon