Pockets Full of Pickles

her single shot pistol is smoking as you walk in her blushing bride smile is a dead give away that something is amiss he left a ballroom waltz worth of footprints all over her smile she persuades you to rent a buick ' and take the pursuit on the road so the three of us head south on the us-1 to some strange beachside town where all the girls are bubble gum machines and the boys are paint by number boxing fans but we finally catch the thin fatman sitting on a beach-chair sipping tea and lookie-louing yachts from nantucket she kisses and makes up with him and you know that your romantic days are over and she gives no reason but she got a soft spot for his three piece suit lifestyle brooks brothers got noting on him he gets his threads form the five and dime pockets full of pickles bread in his thinning hair