Lyrics: Maver with her lucky bonnet She used to paint her flowers on it She keeps her memories on a turnstile ‘Cause she’s superstitious She thought she’d be famous And tell me if I’m wrong But her picture should distract some playmen Yeah maybe you’ll be lucky enough To hear her sing on Sunday Oh Maver Maver and her bonnet Strings the flag upon it Betting on the bonnet Supposed to get easier She’s playing on the easy piece for her Oh Maver She was a true blue bird, a traveler She left her home post for the West Coast With a guitar and a bar of soap for ‘ole San Francisco And a foolhearted head hole Well she landed in a flat with some fellas that were lucky to meet her ‘Cause she can play the six-string better than This much you can bet her Oh, So Maver Maver and her bonnet Strings the flag upon it Betting on the bonnet Supposed to get easier She’s playing on the easy piece for her How many nights did you make it without it? How many lines on your face can take away your stone? (guitar solo) How many nights did you make it without it? How many lines on your face can take away your stone? Maver and her bonnet Strings the flag upon it Betting on the bonnet Supposed to get easier She’s playing on the easy piece for her She’s playing on the easy piece for her Oh Maver Oh Maver Oh Maver