Carpal Tunnel Vision (The Limp Wrist Shuffle)

Car-pal

tunnel's got me down

She's got

the limpest wrists in town

I want

to peel off all of my skin

And dance around

like a drunken skeleton

Wake me up

Pour me some coffee

Cook me up

I'm getting hungry

So turn off the phone and crank the heat

Because there's nothing that I'd rather do

Than sit on my ass and gain some weight

And stare into my shoe

Just turn off my computer

Because there's nothing that I want to do

I've been laying in this old bed

Since nineteen seventy-two

My pick-up

truck has got me down

She's the

biggest piece of shit in town

Flat tire

jacked up on a bone

Fuel pump's

huffing gas all alone

Wake me up

Pour me some coffee

Cook me up

I'm getting hungry

So turn off the phone and crank the heat

Because there's nothing that I'd rather do

Than sit on my ass and gain some weight

And stare into my broken shoe

Just turn off my computer

Because there's nothing that I want to do

I've been laying in this rotten bed

Since nineteen and seventy-two

© Sartisohn 2003