Arthur’s
been living at my house...
He’s a no good you know what!
He showed up uninvited one sad day.
I told my doctor, “here’s my car,
my house, my bank account,
If you will just send Arthur on
his way!”
You know his reputation...
He’s meaner than a snake,
And you know that Arthritis is his
name.
A real pain in...just name the place,
for every joint he visits it’s the
same.
When I wake up each morning,
’Fore I get out of bed...
I hope and pray that some time in
the night,
Old Arthur may have moved away,
completely disappeared,
About that time he “knocks me outa
sight”!
When I thought that I had suffered...
‘Bout all that I could stand.
When I groaned, and prayed, and
cussed, he just got bolder.
That’s when he moved his cousin
in...
A fellow name of Bur...
He’s right here....living in this
shoulder! |
