https://youtube/watch?v=hgI8bta-7aw Time to think only of a certain Canadian song about a certain American Ship Stepped outside this my house on this morn With my coffee and an expression quite gooney The wind it was cold Which made me feel old While my neighbors trash cans they were crashn I started to shake My knees they did quake And my teeth they had started to gnashn. And all i could do Was to cut thru the goo As the leaves they swept up upon me And think of this song Which is overly long For a DJ to play on his station- Unless theres a call From nature in fall To waddle down to the facilities Or to sing to the houses Full of bored spouses Of our bodies November fragilities. Then a frying pan flew At my face it went through But I ducked and it hit then the mailman I said hey whattsa matter My morning yard chatter Is to remember a ship on Superior He said you are daft To sing of such craft And I consider you sir quite Inferior! So I trundled on back With my voice in a crack And cooked me an egg in the fry pan- My Lightfoot CD I threw far way from me For Im no longer of his now a big fan. Da da da daaaa da de daa da da daaa
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 16:43:42 +0000
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