The boss at christmas is named John
He runs a church festival on the church lawn
His staff doesn't know the difference
What? They ******* refference?
Between a platter and a plate
And I don't know what the hell I ate?
One Shishkabob and rice
Ain't that nice
Humus was so gross
From your heads to your toes
Taboule is suppose to be some kind of salad
Won't someone make this into a ballad?
Overpricing
and that's the icing!
Belly dancing
And people prancing
A band and A DJ
and that's okay!
What else more can I say?
After all these years he's still cheap
Leave a message after the beep!

Your voice was always soft and Soothing
You have a gentle touch
That's why I love you
So very very much!

There's no other equal
To this sequel
Of the Mailbox Lady
We will call "Shady"

She comes outside
Looking for her ride
Every minute
We have to grin it
She wears her coat
We have to gloat
It's ninety degree weather
her names not "Heather"
It gives me a chill
Or just a funny thrill
Her shades go up and down
Or all around
All day long
Where's my silly song?
Is she crazy?
Or just hazy?
She runs inside
Just to hide
Here's her ride
Oops, she went inside again
And clicked her mailbox, the end!

I have to tell you about a nieghbour of mine
If you listen and have the time
I simply call her the Mailbox Lady
and I'm pretty sure her names not "Sadie"

But she clicks her malbox all day long
I wish someone would make this a song
She never gets any mail,but she clicks it 7 days a week
All day long, just to take a peek

Every 3 minutes,just in time
What? You didn't think I could make this rhyme?
Even when the mailman's come and gone
She still clicks it! I'M SO FORLORN!!

Even on Sunday! It's so much fun!
Well good people, I really have to run!

They're all kinds of Phobias out there
It's here it's there it's everywhere
Some look around and feel they're being chased
But as it turns out, just isn't the case
Some are afraid of heights
So stay away from airplane flights
Some are afraid of the dark
So don't get caught in "Central Park"
Some are afraid of the number thirteen
So don't get caught in-between
Some have a fear of dying
So there's no use in crying
Some have a fear of cats
Or ***** old rats
Time to break out the baseball bats!

I spy a twinkle in your eye
you will be my soulmate
till the day I die!

Today I climbed a mountain so high.
So high that I started feeling pain in my thigh.
So high hoping to touch the sky.
But still! I could hear, the women and children cry!
So high looking in the view of a birds’ eye.
But still! I could see the babies die!
And a man buying a million dollar tie!
So high feeling that I could fly.
Above the rich man, that told that lie.
As I reached the top I prayed to god to show me why.

Perfection was never an achievement,
it was always a goal.