Mr. Rebound — Richard Thompson

My sweetheart she bounced right out of my arms She was gone before I remembered to cling Did I reach out too slowly to catch her Or was she by nature a slippery thing

Into the arms of Mr. Rebound Into the arms of Clean Up Joe Into the arms of Mr. Rebound Mr. Rebound, as if I didn't know

He'll give her laughs and he'll give her dreams I gave her the kids and the pots and pans He'll do for the dash and he'll do for the sprint But he won't do for a marathon man

I know for a fact that she ain't coming back To tell you the truth, I'm a little bit glad She may be blind with the things on her mind But how can she stand to touch something that bad