©2005 Lou & Peter Berryman
I used to exist upon sugary slop
On Zingers and Snickers and gas station pop
Fig Newtons for brunch, and pound cake for lunch
But there came a time when I made myself stop
I've kept my resolve against unhealthy food
And though I feel righteous and look better nude
There would be less pride, in Twizzlers denied
Without a good wad of them having been chewed
I used to love gin cause it went
down so nice
My triple martini straight up with a slice
I'd chug it and buy, a few more, more dry
And now I chug nothing but decaf on ice
But though the ol' schooner of gin has been sunk
And left me here stranded as dry as a monk
There would be less pride, in gimlets denied
Without a large pond of them having been drunk
And I smelled like hayfields a-fire, and yet
I'd light my next smoke on my last cigarette
As three packs a day, for years charred the way
To a nightmare of quitting I'll never forget
& though I breathe easy since they've been rebuffed
The last one so long ago having been snuffed
There would be less pride, in Camels denied
Without a big barn of them having been puffed
And now here again lest I sing out
a lung
The sense of relief when I do hold my tongue
Would not be so strong, when stopping the song
Without a good bit of it having been sung
Still sometimes I lie on the sofa withdrawn
And wonder where all the excitement has gone
But though I'm bereft, there's one thrill that's left
So lie with me darlin', lie down with me, darlin'
Oh lie with me darlin'' 'cause NASCAR is on