With his weight on a climb .
Lived a bitter Jackie Sh*tter .
He was guilty of killing time.
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling… killing time .
It is lost and gone forever.
You’ll be sorry, killing time.
Light he was not, soft and squishy,
His eating habits were a crime.
Triscuit boxes ate non-stopses.
What a big waste there, killing time.
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling, killing time .
It is lost and gone forever.
Dreadful sorry, killing time.
Then he woke up, got his nerve up.
Changed his choices and his life.
Now he eats well, exercises
No more heartache, no more strife.
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling, killing time.
It is lost and gone forever
I’m no longer killing time.
You can change things, you can do it.
You can make your life your own.
I can promise as long as I’m here,
You won’t do it all alone.
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
It is time to stop killing time
It’ll be lost and gone forever
If you don’t stop killing time.
C'mon ... isn't a little too early for such awful earworms?
ReplyDeleteGood one, Jack, as always.
ReplyDeletelove, too funny Jack. I may be the original gangsta, but your are Corleone.
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ReplyDeleteAfter all this time I've been gone you're still blogging awesome posts! Remember me Jack? How are you?
ReplyDeleteVery creative and now it's stuck in my head...
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