Bags-Tags and Caps
It’s another day in paradise; and the girls are oh so fine
It’s another day in paradise; and I’m in the welfare line.
There’s no bread up in my cupboards; and my peanut butters dry;
There’s no bread now in my pockets; and my woman’s with some guy.
I no longer smoke; but my girl she smokes in bed;
The doctor says that’s just as bad; and I could wind up dead.
My baby doesn’t know me; she says I’m not her dad.
And her mother talks about me; she claims that I’m just bad.
It’s another day in paradise; and the frost has killed my plants;
And my sugar got invaded; by a colony of ant’s.
There’s nothing in my coffee pot; there’s nothing in my fridge;
And my girl says I should jump with her; off the San Mateo Bridge.
Heaven help me someone; my set is analog;
And the leash I have is broken; that I used to walk the dog.
Isn’t life just wonderful; isn’t life just grand;
Maybe I should play kazoo; in some wash tub band.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2009
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