Git a Round Tuit

Meet my ol' friend Bobby Dean
You know he's building a machine
That'll do a hundred in just four seconds flat
But gettin' to the starting gate
Well, he might just have to wait
Bobby Dean has to find time
To get 'round to it

You can see by the shipping date
On a dusty ol' piece of freight
This project was started in 1996
So it's goin' take a little while
He says with his usual smile
For me to get off my butt
And get 'round to it

Gettin' round to it is easy
But the timing must be right
I don't want it gettin' too sleazy
I don't want you dyin' of fright
So take your time with livin'
Trust your gut and your insight
And you may just feel obliged
To get 'round to it

Now his profile isn't new
Just go ask Betty Sue
She's his Mom and she's never in a snit
You think Bobby's got it first
Well Betty Sue's even got it worse
She may have have just created
Gettin' 'round to it

For the day that he was born
Wasn't really out of the norm'
But 9 months wasn't a day that she would hit
Like creating a good wine
Takin' longer would be just fine
It would give her a bit more time
To get 'round to it

Gettin' 'round to it is fine
Don't go havin' a crazy fit
Some women need a bit more time
Just to get used to it
So take your time with livin'
Trust your gut and your insight
And you may just feel obliged
To get 'round to it

Even his Grandpa Fred
Who you'd think was probably dead
Look at the guy, he's still all powder and spit
He's just turned 107
And all his friends have gone to heaven
But Freddy boy just wasn't
Gettin' 'round to it

So I think I'm goin' to wait
Before I see those pearly gates
'Cause the weather's just too fine from where I sit
I don't see no reason to whine
Heaven will still... be all mine
But only when I decide
To get 'round to it

Gettin' 'round to it is simple
But your timing must be right
Gettin' old is so darned easy
If you're not always dyin' of fright
So take your time with livin'
Trust your gut and your insight
And you may just feel obliged
To get 'round to it

So take your time with livin'
Trust your gut and your insight
And you may just feel obliged
To get 'round to it



Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Cope
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