One Round Per Customer
no you can't be a kid anymore
can't try it again
can't be as before
nobody cares if your heart
didn't grow
they can't look inside
and no one will know
just head for the exit as fast
as you can
there's no money back
and there's no other plan
one round per customer
go read the signs
your crying won't
save you or change
any minds
the reason you're naughty
and still being bad
is because of the awful
time that you had
you got a bum ticket
on tornado day
the theme park blew down
and your dad flew away
your mom fell in love with
the two headed man
and left you all night with
an old geek named Stan
he sold you for chickens
and cranberry pork
to eat on a bus trip he took to
New York.
you just won't believe that
that's all there can be
you beg for a refund
but you got in for free
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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