Not bold = lyrics
Bold = my dumbass notes
Well, the situation's this
I do not wish to offend
I divorced my wife
I left my child
And I ran off with a friend
Oh Whizzer, Whizzer Brown-
But I want a tight-knit family
I want a group that harmonizes
I want my wife and kid and friend
To pretend
Time will mend
Our pain
The pain of death
So it's nineteen seventy-nine
And we don't go by the book
We all eat as one-
Wife, friend, and son-
And I sing out as they cook
I love my tight-knit family
I love the way they cook linguine
Isn't it great? We're all so swell
Such a dear clientele
Marvin loves linguine (I love linguine)
I swear we're gonna come through it
I fear we'll probably fight,
But nothing's impossible
Live by your wit-
Kid, wife, and lover will have to admit
I was right
I cushioned the fall
I want it all
I want it all
I want it-
That's it. Love y'all,
Sincerely, me!
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A Fumbass's Notes/Thoughts
RandomBasically I write what I think after hearing/reading lyrics from musicals, but I'm a fumbass so it's fhgjbkkhgchgvjhbkjhuigy
