2007 - Sixty
Seven AM, I wake up with the flu
Bedridden, I find I have nothing to do
So I lay here and worry until I fall asleep
I wake up at noon, but I don’t want to eat
I worry some more, then try to get on my feet
Well that doesn’t work, so I lay back and worry
What if i never get that check from Murray
How will I work if my car’s repossessed
How will I party without a new dress
Now it’s five and I’m hungry, and looking less pale
The mail lady just brought the check in the mail
And from Saks “a sale on party clothes” letter
All of a sudden I’m feeling much better!
