A laugh or two is good medicine for anything.

Bad Boy

Well, It’s really sad, Guess that I was bad , back in my younger trifling days,
Mama often said, that they’d find me dead, if I didn’t quit, my heathen ways,

But Mama, I’m now known, to be almost grown, and your rules are often very steep,
Mama then she swore, that it was no more ,than just the bad company that I keep,

In some great surprise, I quickly advised , “No one is ever there to help me out!”,
Mama said you sit, that’s ex-act-ly it, just what I was atalkin bout ,

Dreaming and scheming , When you’re on the go,
Self guessing and amessing, you’re the worse of any company, that you know ,

I guess that she was right, but I thought that I might, get out of a ticket anyway,
But oh. the following day, in total disarray, they towed my old yeller car away,

But now looka here, that’s where I keep my beer, what’s wrong with my car now in this lot, ?
My excuse was not convincible and the elementary principal said that, “You’ve been parkin in my spot!”

Well Mama finally got relief , sure hoped it wasn’t brief, her Army boy now really had it made ,
I had finally won, My schooling work was done, and I was drafted outta third or was it, second grade.

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