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David Phelps - Second Fiddle Lyrics

Seems like everything I like
Will make me sick or poor or fat
Oh you beautiful doll sez qho
Say one for me
And try not to laugh
Who's got the time?
Whh'll hold the horses
Now ya see it
Now ya don't
Now I've seen everything
At least everything I want!
Tasty, very sweet
Honney for the life of me
Tell me baby please,
Who's that unexpected company?
So it's up the road
Turn right next Thursday
Think that's where I'm gone
I ain't drownin' just waving
Ain't even worth a song
We was makin' something of it
And "X" did mark the spot
But "Y"'s a crooked letter
I forgot...,
Burt not me Chief
I'm just Radar
I don't talk in front of the kids
I know the difference
See; the meek shall inherit shit.
I'd wait for her parade
While she's out doin' Yankee doodie
Thought I had it made
But the gravy train was late as usual
And it's up the road
Turn right next Thursday
Think that's where I'm gone I ain't drownin' just wavin'
Ain't even worh a song
See ya in the funny papers
Guess that's where I'll be
They say two fools born a minute
Guess that makes me three.