Written this afternoon. I promise I won’t quit my day job.
Dad sat me down when I was four.
He said, “Son, here’s what that guitar’s for:
Take this gasoline and take this match,
And watch that fire make quick dispatch.”
Dad sat me down when I was four.
He said, “Son, here’s what those drums are for:
When you’re fourteen and you want to beat off,
The rhythmn you learned will help you boff.”
Dad sat me down when I was four.
He said, Son, here’s what that piano is for:
Strike the keys with skill and grace,
And don’t ever take up harmonica, guitar, or drums.”
On your piano you play “Rhapsody in Sniffin Glue.”