The Otta Sight Generations
Hey babe, we're gonna go far.
All 'cause I am tried of working
for the man's with smelly Cuban
Imported cigars. He must honestly
spend a small fortune on them.
We've been living much too long
on the far side of town. Living
on the other side of rail road
tracks. Hearing their lonesome
whistle blowing loud as can be.
Hey love, your old man really knows
how to make a fast buck.
He does not go traveling
in in a beat up old blue
pick up Chevy truck!
Struggling really hard just
trying to make both ends meet.
Wondering and worrying about
paying the rent before all of
our meager money has been spent.
And we both wind up living on the streets.
Hey babe, I know your old man
really knows how to make the
scene driving around in his female chauffer's
driven black limousine. Reading
The New York Times and the Wall
Street Journal and Newsweek every day.
Hey babe, I even did hear about
your old man making the front
cover as Time Magazine's
Man of the Year.
Hey Chickee, your old man really
has all of the money changers
beat. 'Cause he is known and
loved, "As the Wolf of Wall Street.
And hey girl, I did want to make you
cry, we've always someone managed
to barely get by. Some day, our boat's
going to come in! I just wish I only
knew both how and when!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 24, 2020
Copyright © Roxanne Dubarry | Year Posted 2020
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