Wednesday, July 9, 2008

It came out of my head I tell ya!

I wake in the night from dreamin’ I’m in Yemen,
Get out of the bed; I walk like Walter Brennan,
I make it cross the floor and get into the bathroom
And then I just stand there ‘cause nothing will come out soon,
I finally finish what I’m doing and still my underwear gets wet
You don’t need to be a genius to clean up on this bet,
I’m old. Damn.. I’m getting old.

Get dressed and leave the bathroom and mosey to the kitchen
Where breakfast and coffee is what I’ll be fixin’
Wheat toast and brand flakes bulk up the inside
Two cups of coffee help everything to slide,
Once again I’m headin’ to the bathroom door
But by the time I get there I don’t need to go any more
I’m old. Damn.. I’m getting old.

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