Inspired by real life, this goes good with the Beatles’ “Let It Be.”
To celebrate the good in life
I’ve always had a Christmas tree
But this year is different
No Christmas tree for me
The dark side of life has won
It’s time to let it be
Ain’t it sad?
No Christmas tree for me
No Christmas tree
No Christmas tree
Ain’t it sad?
No Christmas tree for me
As the shades are pulled
And the sun sets on me
Ornaments lose their meaning
When I, I can’t see
No Christmas tree
No Christmas tree
Ain’t it sad?
No Christmas tree for me
No Christmas tree
No Christmas tree for me
Monday, December 30, 2013
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Jingle Bells
Just silliness…
Granny is in her gown
On a ladder by the tree
Granny falls down
For everyone to see!
Granny is on her back
With her feet up in the air
Showing a burlap sack
That is her funny underwear!
HA HA HA!
Jingle bells, shotgun shells
B.B.s flying thro the air
Oh, what fun it is to look
At Granny‘s underwear!
Jingle bells, shotgun shells
B.B.s flying thro the air
Oh, what fun it is to look
At Granny‘s underwear!
Granny is in her gown
On a ladder by the tree
Granny falls down
For everyone to see!
Granny is on her back
With her feet up in the air
Showing a burlap sack
That is her funny underwear!
HA HA HA!
Jingle bells, shotgun shells
B.B.s flying thro the air
Oh, what fun it is to look
At Granny‘s underwear!
Jingle bells, shotgun shells
B.B.s flying thro the air
Oh, what fun it is to look
At Granny‘s underwear!
Monday, December 16, 2013
Away In A Manger
More bawdy humor....
Away in a manager, no room at the inn
The lil’ Lord Jesus stinkin’ of gin
With his feet propped up and smokin’ a cigar
God’s Son thinks he is the godfather!
Away in a manager, he’ll take the gold and buy a fur
And put out hits on the men who brought frankincense and myrrh
The fur will look good on his dame’s ribs
Better than horse heads in rival’s cribs!
NOT in a manger, but rotting in Hell
The lil’ Lord Jesus got into trouble, why, you may ask
Cursing his fate and growing old in a jail cell
Twenty-to-life for not paying a tax!
P.S.: Starring Marlon Brando as The Lil’ Lord Jesus! ;O
Away in a manager, no room at the inn
The lil’ Lord Jesus stinkin’ of gin
With his feet propped up and smokin’ a cigar
God’s Son thinks he is the godfather!
Away in a manager, he’ll take the gold and buy a fur
And put out hits on the men who brought frankincense and myrrh
The fur will look good on his dame’s ribs
Better than horse heads in rival’s cribs!
NOT in a manger, but rotting in Hell
The lil’ Lord Jesus got into trouble, why, you may ask
Cursing his fate and growing old in a jail cell
Twenty-to-life for not paying a tax!
P.S.: Starring Marlon Brando as The Lil’ Lord Jesus! ;O
Monday, December 9, 2013
Merchants Of Death
Ripped from the headlines of the day -- well, actually, December 14, 2012, I reworked the lyrics of Buffalo Springfield’s “For What It’s Worth.” Yes, I give Stephen Stills co-writing credit. :p
There's something happening here
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Dead children everywhere
I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
One side is right; the other side is wrong
Which side are you on?
Children singing songs over here
Merchants of Death over there
It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
They open their bloody coats by the neck
Pull out their blood-stained wallets and cash their bloody checks
While singing “Hi Ho Hi Ho”
“It’s off to work we go”
It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
Blood is running in the street
The paranoia of the Merchants Of Death runs deep
They are always afraid
Step out of line, the Man comes and takes your gun away.
We better stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
We better stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
We better stop
Now, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
We better stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
P.S.: To my gun-loving buddies, I actually favor an EXPANSION of gun rights, but "Merchants Of Death" is an effective poem. Just trying to keep the ol' mind nimble by trying poetry....
There's something happening here
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Dead children everywhere
I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
One side is right; the other side is wrong
Which side are you on?
Children singing songs over here
Merchants of Death over there
It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
They open their bloody coats by the neck
Pull out their blood-stained wallets and cash their bloody checks
While singing “Hi Ho Hi Ho”
“It’s off to work we go”
It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
Blood is running in the street
The paranoia of the Merchants Of Death runs deep
They are always afraid
Step out of line, the Man comes and takes your gun away.
We better stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
We better stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
We better stop
Now, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
We better stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
P.S.: To my gun-loving buddies, I actually favor an EXPANSION of gun rights, but "Merchants Of Death" is an effective poem. Just trying to keep the ol' mind nimble by trying poetry....
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Merry Christmas, Baby
Bawdy humor -- that’s me! For Adults Only….
Merry Christmas, baby, are you wearing panties tonight?
Merry Christmas, baby, Santa knows if you are naughty or nice
Merry Christmas, baby, Santa spanks lil’ girls who are naughty
Merry Christmas, baby, do you wanna bend over Santa’s knee?
Merry Christmas, baby, Santa is in the mood
Ho Ho Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho Ho
Merry Christmas, baby, no, sir, your honor, just trying to spread a lil’ Christmas cheer
Merry Christmas, baby, letting lil’ girls rub against the antler of the holiday deer
Merry Christmas, baby, no, sir, don’t need to be put away
Merry Christmas, baby, lil’ girls need Santa’s attention every day!
Merry Christmas, baby, Santa is in the mood
Ho Ho Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho Ho
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