Sister Sarah and the Beef Panic
Whatcha gonna do when the money runs out?
Hang my head and cry
Whatcha gonna do when the tears dry up?
Affect an air most wry
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
Hide behind the couch
Whatcha gonna do when that falls through?
Continue as a grouch
Whatcha gonna do when the hootchie coo coos?
Load and cock my gun!
Whatcha gonna do when you're out of booze?
Head down Highway One
Whatcha gonna do when your tank runs dry?
Hike my skirt and hitch
Whatcha gonna do when the cars pass by?
Stamp my foot and bitch
Whatcha gonna do when your Mom finds out?
Change my name and hide
Whatcha gonna do when you're filled with doubt?
Bend down and open wide
Whatcha gonna do when they lock you away?
Breath a sigh of relief!
Even if they jail you till your hair turns gray?
Ain't gonna eat that side of beef
Contributors: | Anon., F, N, Q, K8, Ethetran, Beefy, Dassn't Say, dok, Kansas Sam, archaeopteryx. |
Poem finished: | 6th September 2003. |