On The Road Again

Flying down the road

The kids think I’m a troll

Because I’ll only play rock and roll

I sing loud and proud

I like the windows down

Still everybody frowns

They all want to hear one thing

And it’s not music from the king

I raised them on Miles and Coltrane

Mozart and Beethoven

Elvis and Frank

When did their musical tastes tank

They are fanatics about country

Since some of those weenies

Started wearing beanies

I would rather commit harry carry

Than listen to those fairies

About dirt and trucks

And dogs wagging their tails for good luck

I would rather stab myself in the neck

Than to sit back and say what the heck

I was told

I’m just getting old

Better roll up the windows before you catch a cold

Just another old man

Driving a bunch of kids in a mini van

Getting Caught

Beware of the energy vamp

Beware of where they camp

They are looking for you

To turn your mind into goo

With their senseless stories

Feels like your head’s been hit by a lorry

Over and over again

The pain never seems to end

All that useless chatter

What does it really matter

On and on, and on and on they go

Where they stop nobody knows

They’re filling my head full of junk

It’s putting me in a funk

None of it makes any sense

Is there a way to build a mental fence

To stop the onslaught

I’m always getting caught

How does speech

Morph into a leech

To tap you dry

I’m gonna cry

Not really

I’m just being silly

They all need a group hug

And a big sloppy kiss on the mug

I almost forgot to mention

They need YOUR attention

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