everybody's got
the "want's" & the "gimmie's"
all a' them got
the shakes & shimmies

hell,
they ain't even dead yet
and already
everbody want's ta get
what they can get

"give this ta' me,
and that ta' him"
"make sure
ya' don't give that ta' Them"

"whatever happened
ta' grandpa's hat?
please make sure
i get that"

"and grandma's cloths,
so i can wear"
will they fit?
"aw, i don't care"

"save the piano,
ya' never know,
i might learn ta' play,
someday"

sofa's & chairs
everyone want's their shares
pictures & tables
whatever their ables
ta' haul or carry
they must think
i'm the tooth fairy

pan's & pot's
what-not's
they want's a lot
even that damned old
army cot

spoons & forks & knives
hell, can't they git
their own lives

all this "stuff"
i've had 'enuff
it may be rough
but that's just tough

so when they're gone
buried & dead
when all's been done & said

'tweren't the "stuff"
that made 'em dear
it was all the love
they gave
year after year

so if ya' want it
come & 'git it
but if you think
i'm a refree
you can forgit it

don't want much
'ceptin' memories
precious thoughts
of the ways
it used ta' be's

i ain''t got
the "want's" & the "gimmie's"

you can keep
your shakes & shimmies