Corduroy Pillowcase

Pride myself on my language arts, i mean
That's what i dropped out of school for
Long nights, it keeps me company
Throws on gas when I'm out on a world tour

The list is short of things a pen is mightier than
I've checked twice and I'm sorry but sword's not on it
Is there another name it might be under, or
Can you help me get this bee back under my bonnet

My cousin told me this record is like sonnets
She knows better than I, if I'm honest
My closest reference is newspaper comics
One to four panels to make good on a promise

Tell the truth and make it fun to hear
Tell the truth and make it sexier
Tell a joke and make it seem real
Make it work under pressure

Tell a lie and make it obvious
Tell a lie and make it say what's true
Crack a joke and make it ominous
Tell it all until no one can trust you

Me, my life is an open book
A manuscript awaiting its editor's notes
They're getting a ghost to completely rewrite scenes
Make sure the right things i never said are in quotes

I've heard the appendix is a vestigal organ
That stuck around to malfunction and burst
I see it as a final opportunity to get it right
That's where i do my finest work

The last second after the last second elapses
The second last scrap of all my second chances,
Hard to get a thing done with my hat in my hand
But there's a tenor in my words that the stress enhances

Tell the truth and make it terrible
Tell a lie and stake your life on it
Tell a joke and ruin everything
It's called satire. It was ironic.

Tell the truth and make it fantasy
Tell the truth and make it fool's gold
Crack a joke and bomb instantly
Tell it all til it's been told!

(I don't know but I've been told)
You can rock and roll with so much soul
You can rock til a hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot gravy on our breakfast roast
Pick it up. baby bubba
A baby bubba to the comedy bang bang the boogie
Let's rock!



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Mcdonald
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