It’s that time of the day again
your heads all fuzzy and the neck still in pain
Don u just hate to break up with your bed
But boy u know u gotta earn your bread
Coz am jus’ a lazy bum...m lookin’ for tweedledee and tweedledum
And mama I know u taught me well but I jus’ wasn’ made for this run
Little miss perfect thinks she is swell
Oh yeah and I loved her she knew well
I got her raisins to sweeten up things
She didn think i'd do even for a fling
Coz am no sonofagun...m lookin’ for tweedledee and tweedledum
And mama I know u taught me well but I jus’ wasn’ made for this run
Now I think I’m too lost to care
If I could find a way back I would I swear
Coz it jus ain’t no fun serving kings and queens
They make you feel silly, they're kinda mean
Coz i feel quite numb...lookin’ for tweedledee and tweedledum
And mama I know u taught me well but I jus’ wasn’ made for this run
Saturday, March 3, 2012
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