| Bluegrass #1 By Joe Fierstos |
| Please don't come in. Please go away. That's what he says right to my face 'bout every day. All I wanted was some ham and cheese and mayonnaise on rye. I hear him often saying with a sigh, Chorus: "Please do not take any of my foodstuffs. My dairy products are not yours to steal. I've said it all before I can't take it any more, It's time you go elsewhere to get a meal. He looks at me with hatred when I'm there. I can't avoid his angry sneer and melancholy stare. He flinches every time I eat a single piece of cake. He refuses to share any of his steak. He told me that I really could not stay When I drank his bottle of '40 Chardonnay, He yells at me as if it is the last day of his life When I feed strawberries to his wife. Chorus So I put all of my clothes into a suitcase And then I left his humble small abode, I didn't know the guy, But he had some cherry pie, I sure hope there's someone like him on the road. Chorus |