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To Happy Hour!
03:43
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I lay down my reading, it's Tuesday afternoon
I leave home in a hurry 'cause happy hour starts soon
I stroll down the sidewalk, cars rush along
cross busy streets singing this song:
di-diddy di-diddy di-diddy di-diddy di-diddy di-diddy di
some folks'll jeer for I've no career and I spend most my days in a bar drinking beer
they'll rant and they'll rave how pennies must be saved, but they've no chance to spend them 'til paying for the grave
I know the world's unfair and nothing's for free, but spending all my days working is no life for me
I pass by the banker in his suit and tie and for all his long hours his throat must be dry
he's every man's envy, rich as can be
but for the next couple of hours he'll be jealous of me
'cause he knows I'll be singing: di-diddy di
some folks'll jeer for I've no career and I spend most my days in a bar drinking beer
some call me selfish, they just can't see
that I'm here to stimulate the economy
With my palate whetted for what's in store
I take a last look around as I reach for the door
I get a scowl from the mom rushing her kids back and forth
but a smile from the old man with a pipe on his porch
'cause he knows that I'm singing: di-diddy di
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The Hangover Song
01:35
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oh it's happened again
I should've known when to say when
I've woken up at 4 a.m. with the room spinning
to the bowl with all speed
drop down on my knees
I pray, urge, and plead
'cause I'm being scourged for my gluttony
oh the world seems under glass
diarrhea comin' out of my ass
my head is one big ache
it's high time I took a break
but it'll happen again
even though I know when to say when
and I'll end up feelin' like shit
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I do revere sausage and beer
a product of the world's greatest engineer
I volunteer to serve sausage and beer
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day of the year
I will adhere to sausage and beer
as the staple of my diet, it helps me persevere
it's certainly clear that sausage and beer
when served on my plate will soon disappear
you should combine sausage and wine
when serving guests whose tastes are refined
I'll build a shrine to sausage and wine
and worship before it so I'll never be maligned
sausage and wine is surely a sign
that God created grapes so they could be served with swine
Rome's decline can clearly be assigned
to the day they outlawed sausage and wine
serve sausage and beer and friends will appear
their gratitude will be most sincere
even the austere black-marketeer
will put on a smile when served sausage and beer
I do revere sausage and beer
a product of the world's greatest engineer
I volunteer to serve sausage and beer
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day of the year
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Thomas Hobson Riverhead, New York
Solo home recordings.
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