Little Boy Who?
Remember that dude Little Boy Blue?
Well, he's a very good a friend of mine
We used to have all night jam sessions
Just to help ourselves unwind
Of course, you know he plays a horn
And I play the doghouse bass
I knew that boy was going places
It was written all over his face
He played that horn like nobody's business
He could really moan the blues
Did I tell you I taught him all he knows?
You can believe that if you choose
I heard he's not playing anymore
And he's left the music scene
They say his lips shrunk, something awful
After an accident with hemorrhoid cream
That just goes to show you
You better look before you brush
Take your time and your lips won't shrink
And now, I guess, it's time to hush
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010
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