Everyone is looking at me
Everyone is looking at me
Everyone is looking at me
and I’m not going to take the blame
Looking for a child
Looking for a child
Looking for a child
see a toddler,” Damn, lady, what do you feed that kid?”
Baaa!
Cannot sleep
but can’t count sheep
Because I have
lamb fever
I love sheep
their fuzzy fleece
You see I have
lamb fever
With their baaaa
my heart strings tug
Because I have
lamb fever
Lamby eyes
revitalize
That thing I call lamb fever
I’m not Scot
but they’re so hot
Bcause I have lamb fever
No escape
It’s not rape
Because I have lamb fever
Back Room Treasure
Whenever I’m in town, I make it a point to see Evette
The brightest lights, abundant wine, blonds, redheads, and brunettes
Painted women line the walls, tasty little snacks.
But none can hold a candle to Old Sadie in the back.
The female window dressings are in the bloom of youth
But in Old Sadie’s head could be found not one real tooth.
She has few hairs upon her head – the few she has are white
And the huge mole upon her brow is a really haggard sight.
But when Old Sade on bended knees puts her teeth into a cup
The men who hear the muted klink fight each other to line up.
One by one she takes them on humming as she goes.
A mm mm good that makes her wrinkled cheeks begin to glow.
Afterwards they leave that place humming her catchy song
It stays with to force them back to her to serve their dongs
I pray to whatever gods are there to grant me some mercy
For I confess that in my head forever plays that melody.