My Zong
Pablo Picasso was dueling with dubious Van Gogh
She said I love you baby but maybe let’s take it slow
Sure enough the tryst I could not resist suddenly ends
We departed broken hearted and not even friends
Will somebody burst my zong
I’ve been aching all day long
Sometimes what I write is wrong
Will somebody burst my zong
God damn me but I’m still dreaming of winning a Grammy
The gal who hurt with the short skirt flirted and then whammy
Excuse me as I explode like a dying superstar
Be humble don’t grumble in heaven they know who you are
Will somebody burst my zong
I’ve been aching all day long
Sometimes what I write is wrong
Will somebody burst my zong
The moral of the story is don’t bore me with glory
I have everything I desired and more right before me
In Africa the army ants march totally unstoppable
You don’t need statistics to proclaim true love’s probable
Will somebody burst my zong
I’ve been aching all day long
Sometimes what I write is wrong
Will somebody burst my zong
All the little children sing ring around the rosy as the Earth spins
All the good people go to church on Sunday still the devil wins
They’re making America great again so they state their belief
Global warming ain’t charming when will we ever get relief
So the song slowly fades into a distant memory
Can I take a moment to say how much you meant to me
I pop yellow pills to slow down the thoughts inside my brain
The Grim Reaper is a keeper does that make living vain?
Will somebody burst my zong
I’ve been aching all day long
Sometimes what I write is wrong
Will somebody burst my zong
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