Lyrics

For the writers that Mr Tony often says just need to quit. If only they were red bocce balls, forever lost in a world of foliage where small devices for raking ceased to exist. The rabbits would certainly run that day... and run they should.

Some of you writers
You're just no good
You know who you are
And if you don't you should
A fat naked mole rat
and a backstabbing putz
You should be carrying urine
Or scraped off a bus

Give up your beats boys
And spare us all
That goes double for
Those of you with blogs
Just go away

Give up your beats boys
And spare us all
Let's pretend you're a red bocce ball
Get lost today
Just go away

An acoustic parody of "Drift Away" by Dobie Gray