White, clean and neat

Thirteenth day of August '54 I was five years old Depending where you're counting from Mama didn't tell me what was going abroad No tales of things to come Daddy, daddy come home in the evening with the burdens of the day Pat Boone might come along and take Daddy's blues away Mama might take Daddy's head into her hands Soothe awhile, soothe awhile, touch the boy inside the man Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets It's such a long, long way from the streets Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets It's such a long, long way from the streets Miss Debbie Reynolds promised someone out there always to obey