ALL YOUR WORLDLIES ON THE LAWN
(Music and lyrics by Julia Olivarez)
You had better count your blessings
to see that none of them are gone
or you could end up sacked
with just the clothing on your back
and all your worldlies on the lawn
You'd better wave to all your neighbors
and bake them cookies on Christmas Day
or they will take you for a crank
and put sugar in your tank
to confound your getaway
The postman wants your pretty wife
The babysitter dresses like a whore
and Mr. Crazy with the knife
wants your money or your life
and you don't know which you'd miss more
(Pull out your pockets!)
You may dance the tarantella
'til your face is flaming red
but the spiders in the wall
think you're throwing them a ball
and will murder you in bed
(just for the fun of it!)
You think your house is haunted
Your television talks to you at night
You suspect your phone is tapped
You're afraid your mind has snapped
and on every point, you're right
(I hear it too, pal)
So go and count up all your blessings
while you still have wit and brawn
Count your fingers while you're there
so you can pick the cupboards bare
and wave goodbye to all your worldlies on the lawn
Wave goodbye to all your worldlies on the lawn
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