Beer Tooth
Do you count?
I do!
Let's count together!
Counting, counting, counting, counting,
Counting things you like.
One, two bits of cake
One, two, three wheels upon a trike.
One, two, three, four dollies.
One, two, three, four, five balloons!
One, two, three, four, five, six monkeys wearing pantaloons!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven floppy little cats,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight old fashioned hats.
Counting is a lot of fun if you are under four!
Try again in thirty years; it's not so fun no more.
You will find that there's a lot of boring things to count-
Count them, count them, count them,
You must have the right amount!
Calories, and speeding points, and pennies in your purse-
Count your blessings too, because it daily gets much worse!
Problems, problems, problems, problems
Piling up on you.
They just keep on coming and there's nothing you can do.
Relationships, and health, and sex, and God, and jobs, and sex,
There are far more problems than a four-year old expects!
Counting opportunities that got away from you;
Regrets, disappointments, don't forget the failures too.
Counting all the so-called friends who stab you in the back;
There's so many, it becomes a problem keeping track!
Counting all the ways the world's a giant ball of crap-
War, and famine, all around, but here's a funny app!
Count up all the ways that you could change it if you try,
But there is too much else to do then suddenly you die!
I do!
Let's count together!
Counting, counting, counting, counting,
Counting things you like.
One, two bits of cake
One, two, three wheels upon a trike.
One, two, three, four dollies.
One, two, three, four, five balloons!
One, two, three, four, five, six monkeys wearing pantaloons!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven floppy little cats,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight old fashioned hats.
Counting is a lot of fun if you are under four!
Try again in thirty years; it's not so fun no more.
You will find that there's a lot of boring things to count-
Count them, count them, count them,
You must have the right amount!
Calories, and speeding points, and pennies in your purse-
Count your blessings too, because it daily gets much worse!
Problems, problems, problems, problems
Piling up on you.
They just keep on coming and there's nothing you can do.
Relationships, and health, and sex, and God, and jobs, and sex,
There are far more problems than a four-year old expects!
Counting opportunities that got away from you;
Regrets, disappointments, don't forget the failures too.
Counting all the so-called friends who stab you in the back;
There's so many, it becomes a problem keeping track!
Counting all the ways the world's a giant ball of crap-
War, and famine, all around, but here's a funny app!
Count up all the ways that you could change it if you try,
But there is too much else to do then suddenly you die!
Credits
Writer(s): James Shelby Merchant, Kevin Michael Farrell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.