Island Blogging (2)
December 2, 2008
· Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged Islands, poems, rhyme, scot
| Sick To Death Of Being Sick To Death |
I’ve had enough of having enough
With the Credit Crunch and all that stuff
A penny saved is a penny earned
A lot more lessons need to be learned
Sick and tired being sick and tired
Losing a job is like getting fired
A woman’s work may never be done
When she’s out on the town having fun
So worried at being so worried
A Murray should never be hurried
Failing to plan is planning to fail
Big city bankers going to jail
Don’t try to walk before you can crawl
The winner will always take it all
Empty vessels can make the most noise
Girls will be girls, and boys will be boys
Very boring being a big bore
History repeats itself once more
Got to stop letting sleeping dogs lie
Too many fingers, not enough pie
| Oh |
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
I’m sick to death of being sick to death
I’m so fed up about being so fed up.
I’ve had enough of having enough
I’m sick as a dog about being sick as a dog
I’m so depressed about being so depressed
I’ve had it up to here, about having it up to here
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
I’m sick to death of being sick to death
I’m so fed up about feeling so fed up.
I’ve had enough of having enough
I’m sick as a dog at being sick as a dog
I’m so depressed about being so depressed
I’ve had it up to here, with having it up to here
I’m so cheesed off, with being so cheesed off
I’m really annoyed at being really annoyed
I’m so p*ssed off being so p*ssed off
I’m so angry at myself, for being so angry at myself
I feel so foolish for feeling so foolish
I’m just so upset about being so upset
I’m very incensed at being very incensed
I can’t take anymore of taking anymore
It’s very boring being a bit of a bore
I’m incandescent with rage at being incandescent with rage
I’m ever so sorry for being ever so sorry
I’m overly worried about being overly worried
I’m in a pickle with being in a pickle
I’ve got a chip on my shoulder about having a chip on my shoulder
I’m in the doldrums at being in the doldrums
I’m in the doghouse for being in the doghouse
| Oh See Dee! |
Got to shake the drips, got to shake the drips
Got to wash my hands, got to wash my hands
Got to dry them right, got to dry them good
Got to be done right, no-one understands
Got to sweep the floor, need to sweep the floor
Got to clean the brush, I must clean the brush
Got to mop the floor, need to mop the floor
Got to rinse the mop, take my time, don’t rush
Got to keep house clean, need to keep house clean
Got to vacuum clean, I’ll need to rest then
Got to polish wood, coffee table’s good
Got to clean it right, count from one to ten
Got to go again, need to go again
Got to shake the drips, Got to squeeze them out
Got to wash my hands, have to wash my hands
Got to towel dry, got to scream and shout
Got to carry on, can’t do this anymore
Got to see the light, my SAD little light
Got to just sit still, got to be happy
Got to stop talking, got to stop tonight
Got to stop counting, I can’t help counting
Got to sort it out, need to sort it out
Got to clean my teeth, need to keep them clean
Got to get some help, Got to there’s no doubt |
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