Moments that haunt you.
Whether or not you belong.
Times you can’t remember.
When you barely got along.
Inspiration strikes at random,
It never last too long.
Yet, sad, drunk or horny
Are the keys to write a song.
Moments that haunt you.
Whether or not you belong.
Times you can’t remember.
When you barely got along.
Inspiration strikes at random,
It never last too long.
Yet, sad, drunk or horny
Are the keys to write a song.
Jesus is my Savior,
Since no-one else applied.
Nuns taught me how He lived,
Priests told me how He died.
I used to read the Bible,
The Good Book, so they say.
I found it on a CD,
So, in my car, I’d pray.
I wonder if He watches me,
How I daily live my life.
I hope I make Him happy,
I don’t want to cause Him strife.
Someday, I will meet Him.
Maybe even meet his Dad.
I guess I’ll have to wait and see.
I’d better not be bad.
I’m gonna drool
‘Till I go to school.
Then, I’m gonna drool
Some more.
I’m gonna drool
Sitting on my stool,
‘Till there’s puddles
On the floor.
Drool cleans the dirt
On my Grandpa’s shirt.
But it leaves a mess
On Grandma’s dress.
So, I’m gonna drool
‘Till I go to school,
‘Cause while droolin’
I’m the best.
It’s Thanksgiving,
And I’m so blue.
I wanted that drumstick,
Mom gave it to you.
I’m chewing on turkey,
It’s dry to the bone.
I need some more gravy,
Or I’m going home.
I’m having my dessert,
Some great pecan pie.
It makes up for the green beans.
The onions made me cry.
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!
Millions sleep with our C-PAPs,
To avoid a slow death by snore.
This is not nearly as tragic,
As fresh doggie poop on your floor.
Our families came through the Depression,
When life could seem very hard.
This is not nearly as tragic,
As a lizard coming in from the yard.
Your ancestors were at Vesuvius,
Some perished, covered in soot.
This is not nearly as tragic,
As fresh doggie pee on your foot.
Today, we had some crises.
Let’s all take a deep breath.
Pee, lizards and poop won’t kill you,
Stop crying and plotting their death.
When you’re sitting in the dark,
The disbelievers head for the door.
The faithful wait with their lighters.
Some time soon, comes the Oncor.
Food?
AIDS.
Medicine?
West NIle Virus.
Money?
Ebola.
I hope we don’t get Africa
In the gift exchange again.
Sometimes you’re soft,
Sometimes you’re tough.
You’re always doing your best,
Sometimes, that’s just not enough.
Your parents will love you,
They’ll try to make you a man.
Sometimes, they just scar you,
By doing the best that they can.
Sometimes, you’re happy,
Sometimes, you’re hurt.
Just keep trying to reach higher,
Sometimes, you’ll rise from the dirt.
Your friends will support you,
They all stand by your side.
Sometimes, you’re alone,
Since they’ve decided to hide.
Sometimes, you’re working,
Sometimes, you’ll play.
Just do what you believe in,
Sometimes, it will finally pay.
It’s summer in Dallas,
I’m melting inside.
It’s over 100,
There’s no place to hide.
It’s summer in Dallas,
Ice cream man with a scoop.
By the time you start eating,
It’s chocolate mint soup.
It’s summer in Dallas,
It’s too hot for clothes.
Either draw all the shutters,
Or give the neighbors a pose.
It’s summer in Dallas,
Stay off of the street.
We’ll head north to Plano,
To get out of the heat.
It’s summer in Dallas,
Sun’s burning my head.
It’s too hot for coffee,
So I’m staying in bed.
I wonder what I had to say.
A clever thought, the other day.
I know it even had a rhyme.
I wonder what it was that time?
I should’ve made a note or two.
Since now I haven’t got a clue.
It is my one lost masterpiece.
It may have been on dogs or geese.
Geese?
It rhymed.