I was planning on using my cash earned from potatoes,
To fund my winter trip, to the Marvelous Barbados,
Of course, my potatoes this year,
Have been ate by the big, bad deer,
And, my arthritis won't let me pick any tomatoes.
I went to the market and bought me some trout, I didn't cook it enough and had a belly-ache bout, I will never, ever eat fish, Even, as a side dish, But, I will eat a pig's feet, ears and, snout.
Gregg used a vacuum to clean out his ears, It sucked out his brains and brought his eyes to tears, Now, just a zombie remains, As Gregg seeks other's brains, He should settle for some chips and some beers.
A trumpet carillon played all through the night,
They kept me awake which started a fight,
But their brass horns hit true,
Making me all black and blue,
And, up my nose my piccolo fit real tight.