Posted by cockeyed on September 20, 2005, at 19:12:25
My mom kicked me out of the house.
Dutifull Irish catholic boy turned into a louse
I'd started running around with a divorced french woman with two kids and a divorce still runnin'We broke the bed in my attic bedroom
And good old Jackie boy was kicked out of his happy home.My best friend told me if kept it up and yes I
did, he'd never talk to me again.But we wound up sort of friends again until
he put a shot gun to his head. the end.And now my rumbustious french broad and me
sit watching mysteries on TV. And it's a
race who'll go to sleep first, her or me.And this junk i write can not ever merit
the gift she gave me: a life and a chance to
live it.My beloved step-son died in my arms
He was gay and now he's for the worms.And I've got three step-grand kids to bust'em
off
When grampa's babysitting, all reigns are off.But thank you dear lord for letting me live in
sin
Cause I now live in a home that I want to live in
Yeah, love to go out and run around
But when she comes home I want to be right here
right on this ground.I'd be nothing but dead if she were'nt around
to make me pick up my underwear and put the
detergent back where it can be found.All, in all, not much of a tribute to the wife
who chose me, despite my insistence that we Marry. I'm an Irish boy after all wanted to
please my mommy.But, Christ it was fun, livin' in sin
we were younger then, broke the rules,
broke my bed and dear god thank you. amen
cockeyed
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