When you have teenagers
The more elaborate the
excuse
The greater the
likelihood
That it’s not actually
the truth
When you have teenagers
The more elaborate the
excuse
The greater the
likelihood
That it’s not actually
the truth
The art of modern medicine
Consists by varying
degrees
Of keeping the patient
amused
While nature cures the
disease
Don’t compare yourself to others,
Whatever else you
might do
Because in all probability
Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young,
But of all the things that he could play
He was happiest at his
drum array
Her grandson was at university
And wrote he was
learning Judo
Why a Christian boy
would want
My once sweet wife has become mean
And short tempered
thanks to the menopause
I try to be
sympathetic but on her really bad days
I think it’s more like
the mental pause
Are you wearing this?
What could be wrong?
Absolutely nothing
In fact nothing sums
it up
There’s nothing to it
It covers nothing
And it leaves nothing
To the imagination