Rich Biiiii
Here comes the rich biiiiii
bringing forth much strife
what to do where to go
as she tries to run my life
here comes the fancy pants
telling me how to dress
for success she yells out loud
making such a mess
here comes the queen of the rodeo
always putting me down
why can't she see like you and me
she's nothing but a clown
here comes yankee doodle
feather in her hat
telling me that i should be
another aristocat
here comes mother hen
hands upon her hips
always wearing too much make-up
on her tiny lips
here comes good old blah blah blah
never making sense
perhaps if we could only see
from each other's side the fence
Copyright © Nastoshia Siedlecki | Year Posted 2013
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