Lyrics

BAD CHOLESTEROL

I'm a victim of the latest, buckin' for a status
Well beyond the level any man can maintain.
My motives are material, my methods mainly serially
Criminal beyond the point I could sustain.
I'm a mass of rotten phobias; my doctor's feelin' low because
The bad cholesterol is stickin' to my brain.

I'm not a person you can count on; Lord, the things I've weaseled out on.
Worked a lifetime to avoid responsibility.
I'm on my thirty-seventh comeback, bound on gettin' some back,
Before they take my .38 away from me.
I'm a mass of rotten phobias; my doctor's feelin' low because
The bad cholesterol's attackin' both my knees.
I'm a mass of rotten phobias; my doctor's feelin' low because
I won't be livin' long enough to pay his fee.

I'm the guy your momma warned ya would come 'round lookin' for ya;
I've got everything your little heart desires and less.
I look a little bit like Popeye; yeah, my smile's a little cockeyed;
My engine's runnin' rough, my crankshaft is a mess.
I'm a mass of rotten phobias; my doctor's feelin' low because
The bad cholesterol's collectin' in my chest.
I'm a mass of rotten phobias; my doctor's feelin' low because
My psychiatric profile's got him so depressed.

There's little hope of my survival; just tryin' to stay alive'll
Take a miracle, cause I've been rubbed against the grain.
With a dozen different ailments, I'm careenin' toward derailment;
There's a storm within my system that's a hurricane.
I'm a mass of rotten phobias; my doctor's feelin' low because
My laboratory readings just went down the drain.
I'm a mass of rotten phobias; my doctor's feeling low because
My health insurance carrier has denied all claims.
I'm a mass of rotten phobias; my doctor's feelin' low because
The bad cholesterol is stickin' to my brain.

© 2004 by Daniel V. Gribbin

Dan Gribbin
bluzeman1@hotmail.com
Phone: 386-760-8226
Cell: 386-956-1813