This topic got me thinking about one of my favorite folksingers Bill Morrisey who died the other day while touring on the road. He wrote this amusing little ditty:
It's Dangerous Out Here
(Bill Morrisey)
There's Russians on the front porch
There's Martians on the ceiling
There's a cape buffalo on the patio
And you ask me how I'm feeling
There's a sniper by the swing set
The subway has been mined
And here you come with a great big smile
Singing rise and shine.
CHORUS:
There's nothing you can say
That could get me up today
Nothing you have ever said
That can drive me from this
bed
You can call me lazy, crazy
Call me stupid I don't care
I ain't getting up
It's dangerous out there.
There's a
hunter from
New Jersey
In my kitchen drinking
beer
There's a Texan out my window
With a chain saw and a leer
I can take a walk around the block
To shake me from my slumber
But there's student drivers out today
And one has got my number
CHORUS:
There's a pounding on my front door
It's enought to make me scream
Why it's two girl scouts, one Jehovah witness
And a whole swat team.
So listen to me darling
Please heed these words I say
It's too scary here in February dear
Set my snooze
alarm for May.