John Prine has a couple of good ones:
Dear Abby
*Dear Abby, Dear Abby, my feet are too long
My hair’s fallin’ out and my rights are all wrong
My friends they all tell me are no friends at all
Won’t you write me a letter, won’t you give me a call
Signed, Bewildered
Chorus:
Bewildered, Bewildered, you have no complaint
You are what you are and you ain’t what you ain’t
So listen up buster and listen up good
Stop wishin’ for bad luck and knockin’ on wood
Dear Abby, Dear Abby my fountain pen leaks
My wife hollers at me and my kids are all freaks
Every side I get up on is the wrong side of bed
If it weren’t so expensive, I’d wish I were dead
Signed, Unhappy
Chorus:
Unhappy, Unhappy…
*
Etc…
Then there’s Beer Run by Todd Snider:
B double E double R UN, BEER RUN…
But maybe my favorite is “You don’t even call me by my name”, by Steve Goodman and John Prine. It’s a song that has everything that’s ever been in a country song, all wrapped up into one. The first two verses are fairly standard, then the monologue goes,
“Well, we missed a lot of stuff in the first two verses. God, Mother, prisons, farms, trucks, trains, getting drunk, big holidays like Christmas, and dead dogs like Old Shep. And with all due respect, you can’t have a good country song without God, mother, prison, farms, trucks, trains, Christmas, and dead dogs. So here’s the last verse:”
*Well since the dog got drunk and died,
And Momma went to prison,
Nothing 'round this farm has been the same.
And God, you know, when mom broke out last Christmas,
She drove a getaway laundry truck right into a train.
<chorus>
And I’m gonna hang around, as long as you will let me,
And I didn’t mind it, standing in the rain,
You don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’.
But you never even called me by my name.
*
Great song.