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Poverty stricken
But still I’m a-stickin’
To the things I know to be facts
One day it’s feathers
And the next day chicken
While I’m picking my yakety axe.

Everybody says that I never will get far,
Keeping out of work by picking this guitar
Livin’ on a shoe-string,
Putting off things like a shave and a hair cut.

Money don’t matter
As long as I scatter
A little bit of happiness around
If people keep a grinning
I figure I’m a winning
My good old yakety sound

City folks go around turnin’ up their noses and countin’
Their greenbacks and smellin’ their roses
But I wouldn’t trade my yakety axe,
Even for a T-bone

I’m confessin’
I never took a lesson,
All my notes are a matter of guessin’
Hoping they’ll come out in some kinda of manner
That’ll make the yakety sound.

So if you’re in the mood
And your feet start tapping
And you feel laid back
And your hands start clapping
Then I’ll have done
What I wanted to from way back
You’re diggin’ my yakety axe

Now, A Pick



If we make it through December
Everythings gonna be all right I know
It’s the coldest time of winter
And I shivver when I see the fallin snow

If we make it through December
I got plans of bein in a warmer town come summer time
Maybe even California
If we make it through December we’ll be fine

I got laid off down at the factory
And there timings not the greatest in the world
Heaven knows I been workin’ hard
I wanted Christmas to be right for daddy’s girl
Now I don’t mean to hate December
It’s meant to be the happy time of year
And why my little girl don’t understand
Why daddy can’t afford no Christmas here

If we make it through December
Everythings gonna be alright I know
It’s the coldest time of winter
And I shivver when I see the fallin’ snow

If we make it through December
I got plans of bein’ in a warmer town come summer time
Maybe even California
If we make it through December we’ll be fine



The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un’s dream of growing up to ride;
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I’m bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild:
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept on turning.
‘Til Mama couldn’t hold me anymore.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame ‘cos Mama tried.

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,
Left my Mom a heavy load;
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
Working hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best.
She tried to raise me right but I refused.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame ‘cos Mama tried.



Dear Penis,
I don’t think I like anymore,
You used to watch me shave,
Now all u do is stare at the floor.
Oh dear Penis,
I don’t like you anymore.

It used to be u and me,
A paper towel, and a dirty magazine,
That’s all we needed to get by.
Now it seems things have changed,
I think that your the one to blame.
Dear Penis,
I don’t like u anymore.

Now he sings:

Dear Rodney,
I don’t think I like u anymore,
‘Cause when u get to drinkin’
You put me places I’ve never been before.
Dear Rodney,
I dont like u anymore.

Why can’t we just get a grip,
On our man to hand relationship.
Come to terms with truly how we feel.
If we put our heads together,
We’d just stay home forever,
Dear Penis,
I think I like you after all.

Oh and Rodney,
While yer shavin’,



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