[I wish I could go along with you, but I do have a problem. I've got my (Soul!), but I can't find my (Damn Hoe!)]
Verse 1 -------
Poor X, not only do I headsweat from headsets Full-time Era come at X from knockin' Z's correct Next step's to count sheep But too many sheep ain't jumpin' hurdles, they sleep Yeah, they sleep, I think I'll check a shorter story Title: Bo's Hoe, sound's boring, perfect for these sleepless nights, though I feel quite over-aged Yeah, I know...turn the page
Verse 2 -------
[Ha-ha huh...let's begin!]
Book-marks the first page And reads once upon an age in a far far land lived three farmers, Tom, Sam and Bo of course From behind Tom's black fence Tom peeps across just to witness Sam's crop business boomin' like the big guy's, but get this Sam sold to uncles and cousins, poor Tom crams He sold his to get a fence like Sam (yeah) Page 2: Sam view's the sight - What goes at Bo's over his picket white Slowly he peeks only to see Bo plantin' sweet potatoes with his brand new hoe Bo sees Sam but's not frettin', more sweatin' Thinkin' about steppin' to the crib, forgettin' 'bout his brand new hoe, Old Mickey D would say Sam's tricky The plot thickens, onto page 3...
Verse 3 -------
Top of the mornin', sun's up, skies are blue Once nothin...then cock-a-doodle-doo All three knew this tool more than well Sure beats alarm bells, they induce head swells Well, clock says Sam's off to tend to his crop Time says Farmer Tom's off to mop Bo's up and at 'em, then twitches one eye for something here is not quite cipher "E-I-E-I-O!" screamed Bo "Left on my lawn, now it's gone, where's my hoe? O woe is me, how will I ever plant seeds Lay the fertilizer, dig up the weeds? Plus make true my foremost desire To get a picket fence and trash the chicken wire?" By, uh, 100% life gets hard When one hoe goes from one's garden
Verse 4 -------
Page 4: Little Bo weeped Cleared tears from eyes then Little Bo peeped through a hole in Sam's six foot fence where Sam was seen plantin' tall and short pea plants Hence the moral of the fable: Always keep a boring book on your night table A Tom is not able But when you grow up to be a farmer keep an eye on your yard Cuz with no hoe it's hard
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[I wish I could go along with you, but I do have a problem. I've got my (Soul!), but I can't find my (Damn Hoe!)]
Verse 1 -------
Poor X, not only do I headsweat from headsets Full-time Era come at X from knockin' Z's correct Next step's to count sheep But too many sheep ain't jumpin' hurdles, they sleep Yeah, they sleep, I think I'll check a shorter story Title: Bo's Hoe, sound's boring, perfect for these sleepless nights, though I feel quite over-aged Yeah, I know...turn the page
Verse 2 -------
[Ha-ha huh...let's begin!]
Book-marks the first page And reads once upon an age in a far far land lived three farmers, Tom, Sam and Bo of course From behind Tom's black fence Tom peeps across just to witness Sam's crop business boomin' like the big guy's, but get this Sam sold to uncles and cousins, poor Tom crams He sold his to get a fence like Sam (yeah) Page 2: Sam view's the sight - What goes at Bo's over his picket white Slowly he peeks only to see Bo plantin' sweet potatoes with his brand new hoe Bo sees Sam but's not frettin', more sweatin' Thinkin' about steppin' to the crib, forgettin' 'bout his brand new hoe, Old Mickey D would say Sam's tricky The plot thickens, onto page 3...
Verse 3 -------
Top of the mornin', sun's up, skies are blue Once nothin...then cock-a-doodle-doo All three knew this tool more than well Sure beats alarm bells, they induce head swells Well, clock says Sam's off to tend to his crop Time says Farmer Tom's off to mop Bo's up and at 'em, then twitches one eye for something here is not quite cipher "E-I-E-I-O!" screamed Bo "Left on my lawn, now it's gone, where's my hoe? O woe is me, how will I ever plant seeds Lay the fertilizer, dig up the weeds? Plus make true my foremost desire To get a picket fence and trash the chicken wire?" By, uh, 100% life gets hard When one hoe goes from one's garden
Verse 4 -------
Page 4: Little Bo weeped Cleared tears from eyes then Little Bo peeped through a hole in Sam's six foot fence where Sam was seen plantin' tall and short pea plants Hence the moral of the fable: Always keep a boring book on your night table A Tom is not able But when you grow up to be a farmer keep an eye on your yard Cuz with no hoe it's hard
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