Here comes ‘The Doldrums’ after my brain
Pickle jar in tow
I think I’ll be ending up a vegetable
Catatonic dribbling drool
They’re out harvesting humans like me
I just lost my gourd
Don’t you believe it, if I conceive it
When I’m really bored

oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oooo
You get doldrums too, (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
And if you cut a fart
You would stink like pooh

I can get silly, mulling my muse
When I’m stuck at home
I could choke a donkey with my Hee Haw crap
Hackneyed humor good for a slap
Saving the planet, hugging the trees
It’s all good Al Gore
Don’t you believe it, you better leave it
When I’m really bored

Every winter I go buy a castle
In the style of Hearst, ‘cause I have the dough
I shall splurge and spend
Grandparents in my arms
Gertrude, Joe, and Gwen

Tell me you love me, tell me you care
Tell me where to go
Go ahead and use me for your front door mat
Yours Sincerely, listless at that
Field me your questions, grill me at will
Save the dinosaurs
If you can read it, don’t give it credence
When I’m really bored

WHOO!