grandma was a catholic spanish irish jew
how she pulled that one off beats me too
grandpa was french huguenot, never met him either
his mother made him swear to her the day he came to leave her
she said don’t be marrying no catholic son, let’s you & me be frank
hard to know what grandpa was thinking, he was never coming back
i only got till wednesday to find max’s bridge
maybe it’s in the sleep-out, i forgotten where it is
lucky it’s only the weekend, i got a couple of days to go
lucky if you can live each day as if it’s the last one you’ll know
maybe it’s in the key of g & max already showed me how it goes
maybe i can’t see what’s right underneath my nose
if i was drug tested now i’d be over the limit
figuring out who is & who’s not wasted is just plain indiscriminate
pervin contractor is the name of my wife’s boss
kath says i can’t put her in this tune.. why not? i’m at a loss
if you got that good a name you should fit right in some song
bathe in the glory even if it’s wrong
