The Secret Life Of
The secret life of cats,
The secret life of dogs,
The secret life of 4-year olds,
The secret life of boys,
And so on,
And so forth.
Has nobody told the TV producers that nothing is secret any more,
Not even the life of Demi Moore.
Has nobody told the TV producers we can't take much more,
Before we all take a walk on the moor,
And are heard of no more.
I am sure those expecting a letter from the Queen,
Would never have expected in the wildest dream to be seen,
On the he secret Life of a hundred-year-old has been.
Oh, why can't someone tell the TV producers,
That it is time to come clean,
Oh, why can't someone tell the TV producers,
To stop being so mean,
Oh, why can't someone tell the TV producers,
The only secret lives left is those of TV producers,
So, we can all turn the TV back on,
Knowing no more secret lives will be on.
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2020
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