shout

Livin' the life,
lovin' the wife,
so gone, gone, gone,

riding high in the saddle,
tryin' to win the battle,

and I heard on the streets,
the Blubber Hawks,
broke the Knobby Kneecap's
nine-million game winning streak,

so go home,
you homeless bastard,
and leave me be,

the way it was meant,
too free.

I'm the one
with all these 
stinkin' house payments,
suckaaaaaa...., 

with greasy sandwich
in the bag
and
no napkin to be found,



and these problems to solve.

Should I wipe my hands
on my jeans or shirt,

either one is goanna hurt,
stained as stains go,

and come and go,
til Tide,
they do know,
as I Shout them out.