I’m not the doctor, I told him
And so you think, he replied
But as we looked into each others’ eyes
We both knew, we just knew
Neither of us had the remedy
And no matter whom we compared notes with
There was no cure…only the chance of a possible remedy
Parting may be such sweet sorrow, but if we stay here…
Can’t get two morels (SH-ROooom!)
It’s not a dumb bell that I lift
Just a sound for you to gift
To those who are in need
Let them have your chicken feed
Or strut on by feeling thankful
That you have yourself a bagful
You’ll still hear the stinging ring
No, I’m not a ding-a-ling
Sometimes I must give back
Lest I feel under attack
For my deep-set conscience knows
Who fed me and how love grows
The mysterious Santa is you
But maybe there’s no clue
That you really hold the glue
On the planet always blue
No matter – Whatever!
I continue the endeavor
Of which I cannot measure
Yet, I’ll enjoy the weather
I’m trading in those spurs that jingle-jangle-jingle
Still, I go riding merrily along
And wedding bells will replace
Whenever I stop running the rat race
Meanwhile, as I do the jingle-bell rock
I’ll try not to gossip or talk
Since singing the melody helps me take stock
About what I’m put here to do (Entertain you!)
Se la vie & Adios!
Feliz Navidad! I am engrossed
Mele Kalikimaka!
Bells I’m gonna ROCK-A!
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
I just painted you down the hall
Because you were chipped & an ugly maroon
So, I painted your frame black with gold trim
Now I’ll howl at the moon while I try to stay slim
Similar am I with a chip on my shoulder
Growing new wings as I grew much bolder
Marooning myself on an island so lush
I couldn’t help but develop a crush
Money goes down the black hole
To disappear as we’re on a roll
On our trip to the Milky Way
But really, it’s just another day
And everyone’s mooning over me
I don’t quite understand
Everyone’s a foreigner discovering new land
Seems I’ve found my place in the sun
While finding love on the run
I’ll bathe in her ocean serene
That’s how I’m living the dream
So, Mirror, Mirror on the wall
It’s not so bad being vain at all
As long as the veins don’t bulge or I reflect too long
And I miss out on singing another song
Somehow, it all seemed to multiply
And many are catching my eye
That’s why they call it ‘SOCIETY’
(So they can all sigh at me!) 😍
To find a lady in duress wearing a dress
Would be finding her stress in a mess
She will be loved, I’m sure she will
She’s got that hungry space to fill
Soothing her angry, preoccupied mind
Is an art performed while blind
Completely oblivious to her woe
There is no stopping or going slow
Certainly, you may drive with a stick
And shift into gear rather quick
But the vehicle now has a microchip
It’s programmed to avoid your lip
Even as you strain to maintain control
It veers off to go mudding thru the snow
Patrol car may try to behavior cease
But in return, her passion would only increase!
They say milk does a body good
But the milk sacks get weary
And the milk can get sour
If too much the body’s deflowered
We pine and yearn to be milked
For what it’s worth under the kilt
But once the milk has spilled, what next?
We sit around highly perplexed
No use crying about it
Not even explain, sigh, or get high
Just another cheap thrill
To replace taking a pill
I’m milking this for all it’s worth
Because then, I live a life of mirth
And no, I don’t need a tweaking or a twerk
And yes, I do hate my reaction of knee jerk
If I could become the bee’s knees
Perhaps the cat’s whiskers wouldn’t make me sneeze
I could lap up all the milk that spilled
Maybe then could become fulfilled
So, my friends, milk is for babies
And it helps them grow
How about another show
Such as an episode of GLOW
Shining, naked, truthful bodies
Wearing disguises while sleeping in poppies
Maybe all the world IS asleep
As well, questions run too deep…(Supertramp)
