Games

Games it is I like to play

I could play them everyday

Which game is it you will choose?

Some you win and some you lose

A-Rod's got to go!

(chorus)
Hey hey! Ho Ho!
A-rod A-rod's got to go!
(x2)

Now A-rod was a player at the top of the league
But now he's just a player that we just don't need
His steroids and his arrogance is who he is
He really shouldn't ever be back in this biz

(Chorus)

Once upon a time he was the best that lived
But now that time has past and he is just livid
So everybody gather round and give the call
"A-rod you're are a cheater so leave baseball"

(Chorus)

(bridge)
Dear A-rod please don't scream and shout
And please take Weiner on your way out!

Now when they write up A-rod in the history
He'll fill so many pages with his misery
A-rod you should know you're a disgraceful sod
It's time for you to go and get another job

(Chorus)

Sally Mae LeRue

"That's enough! I'm through! I'm through!"
Said Little Sally Mae LeRue
"I've had enough! What what! I say!"
Said Sally in her deep dismay

The story here, well its quite sad
It's o'er a girl (and not a lad)
The problem is with ms LeRue
She simply has too much to do!

Sally has her days quite packed
Only ten - Imagine that!
In the morning she plays her flute
Simultaneous she her maths computes

Once she's done there's no delay
She must continue with her day
Next is breakfast - nosh a bite
While she must her prayers recite

Then next she must be off to school
While her bike she must re-tool
At nine sharp she scurries into painting
All the while football participating

Next she must remember geography
While taking turns at botany
Spanish things all in her clothes
And roses coming out her nose

The school bell rings and she is out
To go and join the cute girl scouts
Where they make her haw a tree
While she's trying to sell a cookie

At last done she does return
To home where she must homework learn
And little brothers baby-sit
It's enough to cause a fit!

So little Sally had it rough
And little Sally'd had enough
"I can't I can't too much to do!
See y'all I'm off to Timbuktu!"

Nana Billie (Eulogy)

Nanna Billie was a tough old bird - You'd best be on your guard
She wasn't one to be deterred - Which makes this day so hard
When I think of the Sweeney mother - and all the marks she makes
There really is no other  - and right now my heart... it breaks

To the nan who's always with me - to the nan who always tried
To the nan who'd offer: "Have a cup-a?" (tea) - you fill my heart and mind

I miss you nan I love you. I can't believe you're gone
All I can do is think of you the stock from which I'm drawn
And now that you're in heaven, let's try to speak with rising dawn?
Because I miss the light you shined on me - its hard to move along

Nanna Billie was a tough old bird one I would never trade
The best Nanna in the world as long as we obeyed
Now we say goodbye to you, and hold you in our hearts
The world goes on without you, but with fits and starts

Hattitude

I just happen to have the most awesome hat
Better than a hoodie better than a cap
It's color is orange it suits to a tee
Now all of the ladies they really dig me

It's made of straw and its got a black ribbon
Its surely the greatest of all of my provisions
If I had to rate it I'd give it a ten
And that's why I'm the envy of all of the men

Poofy Hair

Oh the joy of poofy hair
It's the best I do declare!
Hair's the best wehn grown real tall
Look at her belle of the ball!
Oh my  my her hair's so cool
It's got moxie and voodoo
In all my life I must confess
"Poofy" is the hair I love the best

Olive Tree

Here I am at Olive Tree
Lots of food I'm so happy
Across the table sits my bride
She's the one my joy & pride
She's the one the one I love
Sent to me from high above