Greatly Exaggerated

Cocktail party guests writing the obit
Enlist the Reaper's scythe to the remit
I'm still drawing breath
I'm still drawing breath
Second-hand sport coat speculation
What shall it be, embalming or cremation?
I'm still drawing breath
I'm still drawing breath
Big mouths and bigger noses
Their eulogy pre-decomposes
Oh, how they love a rumor in this sad town
The social circle's shape ensures the gossip gets around
Bad news travels fast with a smile
Established without sight or sound
I'm still drawing breath
I'm still drawing breath
Big mouths and bigger noses
Their eulogy pre-decomposes
Oh, dear. Did you hear?
It's now clear the end's not near
You're going to go Mark Twain me on no facts?
Hey, maybe next time, you go and mind your beeswax?



Credits
Writer(s): John Albert Dow Iii
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