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Well, Spit On Me Grave!
by David Pekrul
copyright 10-29-2006


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
Shiver me timbers and spit on me grave,
I lived me whole life, but I couldn’t behave,
I drank meself dizzy and chased all the gals,
I wanted to love ‘em, not have ‘em for pals.

I walked through the alleys a’beggin’ for booze,
An’ then in the daytime would have me a snooze,
Me life was a circus, and I was a clown,
I thought I was up, even though I was down.

Me days were just minutes with nothing to do,
And then in the even’ I knew I was through,
With chasin’ the women and fightin’ the men,
But then in the mornin’ I’d do it again.

But now I am ancient, just waitin’ to die,
I have some ambitions, but don’t even try,
For no one is lookin’ or waitin’ for me,
I’ll be who I am and I’ll be who I be.

And when I am gone, I will go up above,
I’ll fly like an eagle, not float like a dove,
I’ll march into Heaven, the place I should be,
And all of the Saints, well they better all flee.

For, I’m takin’ over the streets made of gold,
I’m young and I’m healthy; I’m no longer old,
So shiver me timbers and spit on me grave,
No longer a bum; they will know me as Dave!


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10-30-2006 Brian Dickenson    

Yet again you have started my day with a huge smile, even at 05.AM on a dark cold morning.
I think there is a touch of this Dave in us all.
How can heaven be a place of harps and angels when those who are there are young again?
It stands to reason that the young men will be doing what young red blooded men do.
Roll on heaven.
Brian.
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