One of the Four Humors
Lately
Been aging
Foraging for a change
Tell it to me softly
Skip to the good part
Damn with faint praise
Do it cause it feels good
What is with the shit-eating grin?
Lookin around for what is within?
Make like a palm tree
Make hay while the sun shines
Get after it all night
After a fashion
Enough is enough
And I can’t keep up
And I can’t keep up
Because it runs in the blood
A little piece of paradise
A little piece of what’s yours is mine
