4rum
05-09-2007, 03:17 AM
Woke up this mornin', lots to do
Found my britches, lost a shoe
It tripped me up on the way to the jon
But I didn't have time to put 'er on
Had urgent buisness, wouldn't wait
Recycled some beer, 'shook th' grate'
Breakfast done out th' window I spied
Th' Good Lord a paintin' th' mountainside
Taters need hoein', grass needs mowin'
But a mornin' like this... you KNOW where I'm goin'
Only one cure fer this condition
Grab ye pole, let's go fishin'
Found my britches, lost a shoe
It tripped me up on the way to the jon
But I didn't have time to put 'er on
Had urgent buisness, wouldn't wait
Recycled some beer, 'shook th' grate'
Breakfast done out th' window I spied
Th' Good Lord a paintin' th' mountainside
Taters need hoein', grass needs mowin'
But a mornin' like this... you KNOW where I'm goin'
Only one cure fer this condition
Grab ye pole, let's go fishin'