Better things to do
For me and for you and for
A boy who’s named Sue.
A boy who’s named Sue
He picked a fight with his dad
Well, how do you do?
Well, how do you do
With that gravel in your guts,
The spit in your eye?
A boy who’s named Sue?
Johnny Cash sang about him
Not his best song, though
Oops! New page.
The spit in your eye?
Here, friend, take my handkerchief
and wipe it away
And wipe it away
That booger that’s on your nose
It’s green and ugly
It’s green and ugly
I say it’s spinach and I
Say the hell with it
Say “The hell with it,”
then kindly apologize
for your uncouth words
for your uncouth words
Frankly, my dear, I don’t give
A damn or a fuck
A damn or a fuck?
I would gladly have a fuck
but hey, that’s just me
But hey that’s just me
In the spotlight losing my
feeble religion.
feeble religion
followers do not pray, they
just make suggestions
Just make suggestions.
No one listens, anyway.
Might as well be deaf.
Might as well be deaf
When my partner chatters on
About house hunters.
About “House Hunters:”
Can’t find that Monty Python
Cartoon on YouTube.
Cartoon on YouTube
Best results if watched only
Saturday mornings
Saturday mornings
I start by doing laundry.
It’s uphill from there.
It’s uphill from there
And then it’s downhill from there
Rollercoasters rock
Rollercoasters rock.
The Ohio Players thought
so. Hoo Hooooo, hooooo, hooooooooooo.
so. Hoo Hooooo, hooooo, hooooooooooo.
what an unwanted earworm
thanks a lot, Burpo
Thanks a lot, Burpo
I’m snorting milk out my nose
It is all your fault