(2014)
#Problems #Short
I know there must be some place aw… A place to call home that’s drive… An old log home, where friends wai… A hammock waiting on the beach nea… A t.v playing reruns of an old fav…
Hello is this Houston It’s the man on the moon Yah life up heres great And theirs plenty of room I’ve found no life
The pop gun out law rode from town to town on his steed he’d ride wearing his hat like a crown his name they would call
The itsy bisty spider Came out the water spout Chased away my dog And drove my neighbors out I’ve stayed in this tree
Mean Jean The pie eating queen For miles wide She could be seen She’d eat the crusts
If I don’t tip my hat When you walk by Don’t take me as being rude I’m a real nice guy please I swea… Don’t take me as a prude
What if the old man Who snored when it was pouring Did in fact not get up When it was morning What if after a ring of rosies
I let the cat out To explore the yard It scratched at the fence But the fence was to hard It laid about then swallowed
They say you can grow up to become what ever you want to be but I’ll tell you what thats completely wrong if you want to become a tree
I just witnessed a crime what do… Do I tell the cops what I had to… But I’m afraid if I do I’ll get… Since one had looked at me Oh well here it goes
My brain hurts from thinking all the thunks that I have thought or is it from the thoughts of thin… now it hurts more than it ought
Life’s like a puzzle With pieces thrown all about You have to put it together Until the pieces run all out Sometimes it’s finished
I had a starring contest With the wall I sat there all day But to my dismay I did not win at all
whats that you say I cant read lips Oh wait I’m blind Sometimes Even I forget
My girl and me Could never be For were kept apart By the sea I built a boat