The Daily Grind
I told him ’bout that silly beard, that he’s not ZZ Top
That he could buy a razor if he visited a shop
He worked here in my butchers store, he’d have to wear a mask
I don’t know why he said he won’t, it wasn’t much to ask
I asked him if he’d nip out back and grind a pound of mince
‘And tie that beard around your neck’, which kinda made him wince
He took a pound of nice lean beef but didn’t tie his beard
And when he took a long long time, some bosses might have sneered
I don’t know why he vanished but I haven’t seen him since
There wasn’t any ZZ Top but there was LOADS of mince
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2022
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