Category: The PomPoms


I don’t like this
I’m sick mom please don’t make me go
The wine tastes funny
That hour drags on for so long

Tomorrow I will
Tomorrow I will find the time to eat cheese in Rome
But today I gotta
I gotta read so I can weave a net for safety. Hey!

Oh my God, I’m gonna die
It’s like being pushed through a hollow wiffle ball bat
Forced through by time, by blood no turning back
I need freedom from my tree

I do I suppose
Some chemical in my blood caused me to propose
Two kids, six figs
Picket fences and a pool to wow the neighbors

I can’t believe I
Wake up at the crack of dawn to listen to you
You can’t fire me I quit
I’m asking you I’m beggin you to tell them I quit. Hey!


Dear Mr. Boss of Joey Jenkinson
We are taking him to another land
Hope it makes you mad

Here he will grow up to his potential
Your review was bull ego made you dull
He’s a slave no more, no more

J.J. signed the letter Bob something
Grabbed his gun and the keys to the Volkswagon
Palm trees they were good
Zephyrs cooled the blood
Water passes by, seagulls so high
Goodbye sunny skies

Hello Oregon, like your morning
Highway gives me shade
Rusty tractor, timber trailer
Moldy summer day
Hello, Goodbye, right now, today

Dear Mr. Boss of Joey Jenkinson
Have you seem my man, when I tripped he ran
Now I have no plan

Now that I know that I want only him
Need to spread the news, it was just a ruse
Never happen again, again

Boss scratched his head and he threw it away
She faded away like so many a day
New problems came along
But the bird sang a healthier song
And he got a touch of gray
If there’s love it’s worth the wait
Till the end of his days