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The New Me
So now what, where do I go from here
I'm wandering around feeling a bit weird
People that I know don't know how to react
Thinking my spirits have finally cracked
Not so, I welcome this change of scene
Drinking more coffee, it's becoming routine
It's similar to finally stopping to smoke
After forty long years for fear that I'll croak
Well wish me luck, I need your support
Hope I don't go weird and begin to cavort
Wearing lots of makeup and leather that rocks
Playing air guitar with long flowing locks
If that starts to happen, I'll revert to the funnies
Hopping around like a pregnant bunny
Hang on a minute, I think that was funning
Well sneaky old me, how utterly cunning
Copyright ©
Jack Ellison
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