Put To Good Use
My kids they have big plans for me
When I leave this side for eternity
They know I'm taking with me my soul
But with the rest they're opening up a store
They're going to take and stretch my skin
And make leather furniture out of it
But not before they shave all my hair
For the making of fuzzy wuzzy underwear
They'll nail my eyeballs to the wall
So I can keep watch on the store
In case they ever need a break
Or in the morning when they're running late
The rest they'll either throw away
Or set out on the dogs dinner plate
No matter what it is they do
I'm sure they'll put me to good use
I wonder if that's why they're fattening me up
So in the end it'll boost profits
This actually came about from my kids telling me when I die they're going to make a couch out of me...Living in Florida I hang out in the sun a lot! Lol!
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