Eat too many cigarettes
You can't have kids and can't have pets
So let's not try, well, okay, let's
I'd hate to think we're shy.
Kids beware of me,
There's no one to take care of me
And hide me in the canopy
To keep me safe and dry
The whole world is free
And where's that gotten us
We still have to pretend we like their favorite jazz bands
Everyone on three, okay one, two, three
That's monotonous
Next time let's count by fives and use our hands
Floorchester Central fantasy
It doesn't mean a thing to me
It doesn't mean a thing to me
Speaking of daily bread
The predators beneath the bed
Have creditors and kids unfed
So give the guys a break.
Hey, what fun is that
Your kids are dumb and one is fat,
The earth is round, the sun is flat
And one is on the take
The whole world is free
For counting chin-ups,
Me, I like to pretend I'm counting on the window.
Everyone on three, okay one, two, three
Hide the pin-ups
There's no way to tell who's watching from below
Floorchester Central fantasy
It doesn't mean a thing to me
It doesn't mean a thing to me
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Copyright 1995 Zach London