Michael Crippen ©2005
Well I’m sittin’ down here at the fishin’ hole
I’ve got a case of beer and my fishin’ pole,
Let’s go fishin’ it’s Christmas eve
It’s the middle of Texas, I believe.
Cry me a river, sing me a song
Wake me up if I sleep too long,
Take me on a trip to who- knows- where
Put me in a suit and comb my hair.
Who gets the peaches, who gets the cream,
Who gets to ride on the life machine?
Roll yourself in a great big ball,
Throw me in the air and take it all.
