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6/20/17
Aye
Okay
Here we go
My first and last initials are D.O
Paying haters little mind, and smacking 'em away like a mosquito
With the force of el Nino
Skills of Morpheus and Neo
Knowledge of C3PO
Been in and out of a few casinos
I've bought tools and supplies from the home depot
And liked tracks off the album sixobreezo
As well as a lot of music by man of no ego
My amigo knows how to roll up the good stuff, bigger than a burrito
And torpedo
Another homie makes me laugh, when he talks about cappuccinos
Or my other friend when he's got a bag of cheetohs
Meanwhile, worldwide cars and items occasionally got a repo
Realize there won't always be an opportunity for a T.O.
Better get on that, and quickly address the B.O.
Not yet have I had a P.O.
Or worn a tuxedo
I was good at sports and shooting ball even freethrows
A long time ago, my oldest sister had a Kia Rio
'Twas a night before Blue Light Specials, when all through Ebay
Not a bargain was found, not even an iPod
The stockings were empty and coupons in disarray
In hopes that Uncle Sam will bring me a rod
The children were angry: "We want our money!!!"
With visions Three Dimensional dancing in their heads
I, mamma, in my 'kerchief pulling hair looked so funny
Had to get second job selling relaxing, cool beds...
When out in the driveway arguments and loud chatter
I sprang out of my office, see neighbor and Repo Santa
I went out to calm them and asked what was the matter
"Need to get his wheels", said he while drinking a "Fanta"
And away Santa flew, ere he drove out of sight
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!"
For Carolyn's Contest: "Commercialized Holiday Humor Contest"
Refrain:
We three mates can raise three cheers.
Here we are together raising our glasses of beers.
Any sins or troubles, let the beers wash them away.
We can be sober tomorrow. Let’s get loaded today.
As long as we are functioning alive,
we have to punch the time clock for nine to five.
Our supervisor is such a pain in the rear.
We can forget about him while we drink our beer.
With my automobile, I am two payments behind.
For the repo man, I will be difficult to find.
He won’t think of bringing the tow truck here.
The car will stay outside while we drink our beer.
For thirty years now, I’ve been stuck with my wife.
She has been torturing and pestering me for most of my life.
If I’m out too late, I know she will come here.
We can all wait patiently while we drink our beer.
The mud slide back in eighty six
Took out half my farm
And the war that lit up 69
Is where I Left one arm
My wife and kids have left me
To part's unknown, somewhere
So I sit here all alone
While losing all my hair
chorus
Now you can see, what my attitude should be
But instead of mulling around
I get picked up, when I'm down
As I quote that little phase, that tickles me
"C'est La vie"
My truck was repo-ed yesterday
My dog and cat ran off
My old friends all moved away
And often I feel lost
chorus
Now you'll agree, just how happy could I be
When my world has gone to hell
I just get up, where I fell
And whisper those sweet words in ecstasy
"C'est La Vie"