Bill Bixby Songtext
von 3rd Alley

The fire in your eyes
Is murderous and mean
She tried to take me out with porcelin spoons and figurines
Lucky I have been that you weigh in at a measly buck-10
Ridin' in my car you've tried to yank my emergency brake
One more strike against me and I know my life she'll take
So I grabbed up my guitar and I loaded
Loaded up my car

It's a shame that we all don't live back in 1953
When beatin' on your wife
Was as common as just skippin down the street
And now with the feminist movement
Women think they can beat on me
So, I'm movin' from town to town like Bill Bixby


Think that I'm all hidden on this shady far out street
Soakin' in the scenery when a shadow crosses me
My hair stands up and my stomach drops

As I turn and see those golden locks

She'll sabotage your foot massage
She'll break into your new garage
Drag her key up and down your paint
And pop the tires of your brand new dodge
Your voodoo dolls and psycho calls are just
Just the final straws

It's a shame that we all don't live back in 1953
When beatin' on your wife
Was as common as just skippin on down the street
And now with the feminist movement
Women think they can beat on me
So, I'm movin' from town to town like Bill Bixby
Yah I'm moving from town to town like Bill Bixby

Yeah I'm moving from town to town like Bill Bixby