Coattails

When I was a pauper and we were eighteen

Though I loved you dearly, you would not love me

Now your luck is down and mine's looking up

And you knock at my door with your beggar's cup

How can you ride on my coattails now, honey?

Get off and cut me some slack

How can you ride on my coattails, how, honey

When you've stolen the shirt off my back

When I was just sleeping and you were a dream

Though I loved you dearly, you could not love me

Now you're a sleepwalker and full of remorse

'Cause now in your dreams I'm a prince on a white horse

How can you ride on my coattails now, honey?

Get off and cut me some slack

How can you ride on my coattails, how, honey

When you've stolen the shirt off my back

When you were a yo-yo and I was your string

We had ups and downs, but what did they bring?

You went walkin' the dog 'round the world eighteen times

Now the cord is all broke, no way back on the line

How can you ride on my coattails now, honey?

Get off and cut me some slack

How can you ride on my coattails, how, honey

When you've stolen the shirt off my back

© Charlie Vavra, Right Riffs of Dover