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Post by wecantgetanybetter on Nov 6, 2010 10:50:56 GMT -5
Doo doo doo bow bow bow
Politics, religion and bourbon Is a wee bit more than I can take I fish for my keys Someone said, You looking for these? And my foolish hands shake
I spent the night in the drunk tank Made a bid for my immediate release Oh but in the morning, alas, I had a class At the university to teach
I counted the heads around me An old man with hair white as snow He seemed to ponder the debates of all his cellmates He chuckled as he spoke
He said, in diplomacy people Are seldom more irrational Than when the Almighty stakes are so low That it breaks a man's heart just to know
Threadbare and unshaven, He considered my costume with a nod Let me apologize for our appearance For are we not all naked before God? It was my turn then to nod
Education being my profession, That night I learned by mistake A lesser man than I does not exist Nor will I offer my foolish handshake
La da da da da Foolish handshake
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