From "Forced to Breed in Captivity"
Could God build a weight that he can't lift
And would God want such a weight for a gift
He says,
No, no, no, not this
This was not on my list.
I asked for a barbell
This is a dumbbell
Could God hum one note for fifty years
And only stop when he bores himself to tears
Could he cut the moon into thirds
And still find them afterwards
He says, I asked for a barbell
This is a dumbbell
This is a dumbbell
So could I get two copies autographed
One is for my mom,
She's quite the fan
You ever wish that you'd
Turned in that second draft
Oh well
Bad publicity
Is still publicity
Still publicity, yeah.
Could God build a weight that he can't lift
And would God want such a weight for a gift
He says,
No, no, no, not this
This was not on my list
I asked for a barbell
This is a dumbbell
I asked for a barbell
This is a dumbbell
Copyright 2003 Zach London