Sparky

Pot belly smokestack
Come out, come out and meet the gang
His thin wife is a coat rack
Come on, come on and play the game
My yellow eyes scan the smokey air
To flag down my ride with silver hair
Who sits inhaling the trashcan
And comes out to dull his brain
Ignore what they say, maybe one day it’ll kill you
It’s been killing me
Slurring irrelevant stories
Of grandeur in your younger years of fame
My wit sharp as a thumbtack
Get impaired, clear the air and shake the rain
Ignore what they say, maybe one day it’ll kill you
It’s been killing me
Ignore what they say, maybe one day it’ll kill you
It’s been killing me
Ignore what they say, maybe one day it’ll kill you
It’s been killing me
Ignore what they say, maybe one day it’ll kill you
It’s been killing me
Cut the lights cue the laughtrack
Come out, come out and see the shame
My poor wallet is empty
But my stomach and my liver are so full