Pills Songtext
von Roger Chapman

Oh to Billie June′s
Oh so woeful, oh so sad
Kept us wondering all these years
Just what was in that bag
It splashed into the river
Sank like a ton of bricks
Imagination running wild
Was it black eyed peas or grits?

(There ain't no institution)
Like a body on the pier
(No call for retribution)
Ooh no mama′s got to spare
(There ain't no institution)
Like a body on the pier
When you go fornicating
On a blueberry field


Trials and tribulations of old Hickory Hollies' twin
Deserves investigating
Some kind of lady where the land ends
And that storyteller feller
It sounds strange, oh but could be true
Now if he′d been ten years younger
I guess we just might never knew

(There ain′t no institution)
Like a body on the pier
(No call for retribution)
There's no mama′s got to spare
(There ain't no institution)
Like a body on the pier
When you go fornicating
On a blueberry field

Like a ship without a sail, honey
It′s like having no Fats Domino
Like a walk along the strand
Where you should never ever be alone
Like your system running wild
When you're listening to the beat
Now girls you just ain′t nowhere
Unless you're taking it


(There ain't no institution)
Like a body on the pier
(No call for retribution)
No mama′s got to spare
(There ain′t no institution)
Like a body on the pier
When you go fornicating
On a blueberry field

(On a blueberry field)
(Blueberry field)
(On a blueberry field)
(Blueberry field)