I wish I lived in a world where a cut heel is such a tragic event that it sends you to your home looking for booze. But alas I do not live on a tropical island like Jimmy Buffett. I live in the Midwest with three kids. And that means that I have problems significantly more serious than a blown out flip flop. And when you have problems of the magnitude of middle class America you need a drink a little stronger than a margarita.
I blew out my bank account.
Wrote a bad check amount.
Into the red and the domino's fell.
But there's grinds in the maker
and soon it will make her
that bittersweet cup; an escape fom this hell.
Waistin' away again in Perculatorville.
Searchin for that perfect cup 'o' joe.
Some people clain that the economy's to blame
but I know its AIG's fault.
Wrote a bad check amount.
Into the red and the domino's fell.
But there's grinds in the maker
and soon it will make her
that bittersweet cup; an escape fom this hell.
Waistin' away again in Perculatorville.
Searchin for that perfect cup 'o' joe.
Some people clain that the economy's to blame
but I know its AIG's fault.
