Monday, 19 May 2008

Day 19

I've got lots of study to do, so today you are getting a very lazy song parody.

I am just a poor BEARD
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a BEARD
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged BEARDS go
Looking for the places only they would GROW

Lie la lie...

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a SHAVE
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

Lie la lie...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New CORK City winters aren't bleeding me,
Leading me, going home.

In the clearing stands a BARBER
And a RAZOR FOR his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the RAZOR still remains

Lie la lie...

I'm so good, I could be the next Weird Al.

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