eric clapton
malted milk
I keep drinking malted milk, trying to drive my blues away I keep drinking malted milk, trying to drive my blues away Baby, you're just as welcome to my loving as the flowers is in May Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushing to my head Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushing to my head And I have a funny, funny feeling and I'm talking all out my head Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time Keep on stirring my malted milk, mama, until I change my mind My doorknob keeps on turning, there must be spooks around my bed My doorknob keeps on turning, there must be spooks around my bed And I have a funny, funny feeling and the hair's rising on my head