Say that I am feeling peachy
And I’m really doing fine
And I do not need a helping hand
I don’t need a thrown line
When I’m really happy solo
And I do not need a friend
Come the Noisees and the Dirtees and the Squeelees and old Ben.
They come to my assistance
When I really do need none
They can make the sunshine darken
When I was just having fun
They make me so nostalgic
For those lost times, way back when
Before the Noisees and the Dirtees and the Squeelees and old Ben.
They made me late for dinner
And they smashed up my bedroom
And they helped me lose my fortune
And they brought to me my doom
And they didn’t vanish in thin air
When I counted one to ten
They’re the Noisees and the Dirtees and the Squeelees and old Ben.
These days call for drastic measures
And I think I’ve had enough
I don’t want their helping anymore
I do not want their stuff
So my big French fry cutting machine
Can slice them julienne
They were the Noisees and the Dirtees and the Squeelees and old Ben.
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1 comment:
Golly, Hubert. That's one scary pome. Remind me not to do anything julienne-worthy in your presence!
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