Nine Dollars and a Roll of Nickels

A Song About the English Psychologists (From Salieri)

Don’t practice psychology,

Don’t got no colonoscopy,

But if I had a pai of balls

I’d shoot them all.

What’s with this foreign science,

Coming from MI-6

Why don’t they kill themselves,

Instead of make me chicks with s?

What’s wrong with the dole,

That they put a kid on it

For opposing INTERPOL

Why do we have KGB?

And labor farm slavery?

Who is this racist?

This mastiff lady queen?

Port Wine on a Vermouth

Port wine was never mine

A cheap porter would've done better

But I can't taste it

With grape swine on my lips like leather

I don't want this swine anymore

A man who tells me I'm replaced by an actor's sword

That isn't the common word, a man who denies the world

A fine moral for the word

Two Sided Die

Looking in the mirror

At half of me

That's the half

You want to see

I'll let you be me

And I'll be the truth you can see

But don't be agrieved

Let me show fealty

A death to your enemies

Except those around me

And around you not a harm of blood

But the litany will make more free

Nine Dollars and a Roll of Nickels

Nineteen dollars for a cast of cake

Can't find anything but ten dollars

From a wake and bake

Bring the money to the store and forget the art gig

Now I've got eight dollars worth of candy and a ten inch cig

Who cares about going to baking school anyways

When I can eat candy

And steal the ornament off a Chrysler Sebring

A Woman for Joe and a Lost Samurai for Me

Two rings for one man and a mother
A Korean woman for a Koran and the other

An old factory man and a football champ
An old quest for a ring for Superbawl pamp

The highest of honor to reach up high
Two wives and the third a psychotic break for the tail of night

Evil comes from a Marine Corp son to be sure
But what does this come down to but a boxed brain to be pure

Whites and wights and wites and tight
Kill the ring with the Gets logo tonight

A Rabbi can't find it but it has a Striper in pure form, a bag of foam