Songs Written by the Window
Well I’m old and I wear a hat
And I carry a pack
And I drive the company truck
Wearing flannel overcoats and the like
Now I’m drivin’ away
A young lady in a small red car
Make that a middle age wreck
The woman not the car
Lookin’ like heck and
Frantically digging in her purse
And tripping in her highly
Inappropriate heels
Fine young grunge princess
Disappeared behind the bushes
I wonder where she went?
Will I see her again?
More on this as it unfolds
Maintenance contractor, union type
Gets out of the rig that’s
Blocking my view—what’s he
Gonna do?
Old people, young people
Waiting for their urine tests
Waiting for the word on their pee
Did I pass? Did I? I sure
Hope the bum I bought the
Piss from didn’t lie to me
Just to take my money—oh, well
Well, I’m waiting? What’s the news
On my juice?
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