We’s fine
Just fine
We’s in our cocoon
All afternoon
And da night
Yeah.
We’s just fine, baby
Alright.
Hit it boys.
We ain’t feeling blue
Just in our cocoon —
“Hey Pa, does that count as a rhyme?”
“Sure, son, just go easy on the ‘n,’ son”
“So: blue – cocoon? I can use it?”
“You bet.”
“Thanks, Pa”
“Anytime son,
Anytime.”
We’s got cookies galore
We’s got chips we got pop
We’s havin’ a party
We party a lot
The dog she’s a barkin’
But she likes that too
She barks at the strangers
She warns us from danger
At the door
Good girl
You keep on barkin’
Howl at the moon
All you like
Woo-hoo
We’s is hibernatin’
Yup.
Just us folks now
Hibernatin’
Til the moment is right
Send that singin’ teacher away
Piano no more – ‘cept a bit
(Alla’s a hit)
CCM she’s a goner
What else can we quit?
Hmm, nuthin’
Nuthin’ else yet.
Get off “Yahoo!”
Unplug the phone
CHAT, well, we’re done
(We’s prayin’ enuf.
And don’t need more stuff
no.)
(We ditched the kazoo
Believe me, it’s true.)
Hey, it’s gettin’ quiet
Yeah, it’s gettin’ real quiet-like,
It’s
Home on the range.
Yeah.
Look at the stars boy.
Real nice stars, them
Look at the moon, son.
Real nice.
Real nice.
Pass the dip, hey?
Let the phone ring.
Don’t get the door, son.
Take it easy, now.
Put your feet up.
While you can, son.
Won’t be long, son.
Til you’re gone, son.
You’re my lone son.
Wish you could stay.
See, “Hibernation”
Or what’d you call it?
“Isolation”
Is good for the soul
Sometimes
“Hibernation”
Fancy word, but we’ll use it —
Them bears,
son
Throughout this great
Nation
(Any applause?)
This Land of ours,
They’s got it right.
‘specially in winter
‘specially at night.
Hibernatin’
It ain’t so bad
No.
No it ain’t.
‘smatter of fact,
it’s
“underrated”
if that’s the term.
Here’s some chip dip
How ’bout a sandwich?
(Ice cream kind)
Let’s enjoy it, eh?
‘sides
can’t afford
to lose the weight
we’ve put on
these last days
‘Cause
It ain’t our time yet
Not our time yet
To go out.
We’re stayin’ in.
We’re stayin’ put.
At least for today.
And prob’ly tonight.
Isolation, see
Can be real good, see
Read about it, son
Check it out, son
Latest
Wisdom magazine
Didn’t read it
myself no,
Probably won’t, no
(Got no time now)
But it’s what it says,
son
I’m pretty sure.
You’re my boy, son
You’re my precious boy
Don’t you hurry, now
Don’t rush and up and leave now,
you hear?
Needn’t rush, eh?
No need to hurry, hey
Yer ma-dear
She’d shed a tear, eh?
And I might too,
son
Stay home on the range
son
Home on the range,
son
You can always stay
Another night
son
One more night
Dem stars —
Bright tonight,
hey?