The Story
One of my alter-egos. This one
fights with my altar-boy AE all the time.
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I Can LIve with That!
© Joe Muldoon
I kinda like to think of myself
You know, sensitive guy.
I like a soulful conversation,
Gazing at the sky (w` my lady ...)
But Betty Lou just wants my bod,
Hates my poetry rap,
It ain’t the best of all possible worlds but,
I can live with that.
Not the least unfair to say
That I’m generous to a fault
National health, share the wealth
Let’s open up the treasury vaults
But that guy says if I vote for him
I gonna keep my Cadillac
Well, it ain’t the best of all possible worlds but
I can live with that
I’m a man of my convictions
Got twenty-three or more
I can tolerate contradiction
Anyway who’s keeping score.
I got no doubt it’ll all work out
While the fat cat’s gettin’ fat
If good things come to Old Number One,
Hell, I can live with that.
I work with my best friend Bob / Where money’s get tight
The boss said we’re keeping you Joe
I’m upping your pay tonight
Here’s the key, some money’s free
Because Bob’s a gettin’ the sack
It ain’t the best of all possible worlds,
I can live with that.
Seems like everywhere I go / I see people on the streets.
Money’s spent they can’t pay the rent
Can’t get enough to it.
It’ll come around, it’ll trickle down
It’s an economical fact.
I don’t mind if it takes some time.
I mean, I can live with that
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