Waltz in H-Flat Minor

Once was a boy got really mad
He ate his mother and he ate his dad
He ate his elbow and he ate his knee
He ate this guitar then he ate me

So I'm sitting in his stomach and I'm singing this song
Please feel at liberty to sing along
'Cause I have no companions down here in his tummy
Because his parents have already been digested

Oh I wish there was someone down here I could talk to
I wish I could find an easy way out
But there's only one way that I can think of
And that's not necessarily a way that I want to go

So I'm sitting down here and I'm playing guitar
It's getting kind of crowded in this chemical jar
So if an axe is handy and you're ready to chop
Be more than a barber, take a whole lot off the top

Once was a boy got really mad
He ate his mother and he ate his dad
He ate his sock and he ate his shoe
And if you don't be careful then next he might eat you

©2005 Paul Solecki

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