Roshambo  - ListenHere      

We'd been traveling down the highway miles and miles and miles we drove,

exploring every byway into every dive we dove

"Shall we stop right here for gas," I asked "or further up the road?"

She raised her wrist, and slapped her first

and shouted, "ROSHAMBO!"

Let your fingers do the walkin'

all the thinkin' and the talkin'

when you just can't quite decide which way to go,

Roshambo

You've been standin' on the corner, don't know which way to turn

Been there so many times before, I don't think you'll ever learn,

but I'll tell you if you'll listen, maybe then you'll finally know.

When you can't decide, don't run and hide, just throw the Roshambo.

Let your fingers do the walkin'

all the thinkin' and the talkin'

when you just can't quite decide which way to go,

Roshambo

We used to put a number in our heads from one to ten

or sometimes draw the longest straw to see who'd first begin.

We'd shoot for outs or flip a coin to see what luck bestowed,

but now we stand up hand to hand and count out Roshambo

Let your fingers do the walkin'

all the thinkin' and the talkin'

when you just can't quite decide which way to go,

Roshambo

Sometimes I feel like singing or playing my guitar,

sometimes I blow harmonica, put money in my jar,

but sometimes I just sit there, can't even tap my toe

I must confide, when I can't decide, I strum the Roshambo

Let your fingers do the walkin'

all the thinkin' and the talkin'

when you just can't quite decide which way to go,

Roshambo

You've been out till way past midnight burning candles at both ends

your conscience taps your shoulder, whispers, "Listen up my friend,

I've seen too many good men lose their way down this same road.

One man blamed it on his hand, and one on Roshambo

Let your fingers do the walkin'

all the thinkin' and the talkin'

when you just can't quite decide which way to go,

Roshambo