A sad little tale that's relived every day |
I wonder who that fool can be Keeps knocking on my door I part my drapes enough to see I’m sure I aint seen him before I yell “G’wan! I’ll call the cops! Y’know, there oughta be a law!” But he don’t hear and still he knocks I wonder who he’s looking for? Aint he got nothin’ else to do ‘Cept bangin’ on folks doors like that? Well, I’ll show him a thing or two If he don’t haul his ass and scat! If Gloria was still around She’d see him off in seconds flat! I palm my ears to dull that sound But still I hear that RATATAT Y’know, I went and fought a war So I could live my whole life free Now this asshole’s bangin’ at my door An’ he aint gonna let me be Well, he can hammer there all day I’ll just make myself some tea “Hey Dad!” he shouts “Are you OK?” What’s that he said?? “C’mon, Dad! It’s me!” Well now, I only got one kid. That’s Jim! An’ I aint seen him in quite a while One thing’s for certain that aint him My Jim’s...... Hold on! Is he still a child? No. Wait! Ah! So much I just forget... I opened up the door, he smiled “Here, Dad. I got your cigarettes. They didn’t have extra strength, just mild” |