Unfinished Musical From the mind of The Steve Copyright 2011 Smashwords Edition Smashwords Edition, License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. A terrible day I wake up in the morning And get out of bed My brain full of ideas for the work day ahead I have my coffee, light, with flavored cream I exit my house and I’m full of steam Today is the day I will make it my own I will be ever so cheerful when I answer the phone I will be delightful and witty And courteous and kind And now matter what happens, I will not mind I love my job, its different each day Working at the 76th most popular theme park in the USA But then I pull into that parking lot And its like a scene from a war And suddenly I’m not so happy Anymore….. Cause It’s a terrible day A terrible day A I should have stayed in bed with a 5 dollar hooker and a bag of meth day It’s a terrible day A terrible day A I should have put a gun to my head and pulled the trigger day A terrible day Hi Jim Hi Pat Park attendance is 23000 today Really? Yeah, we only have half staff though….some sort of plague goin round Plague huh Oh and “the ICBM” is down again…poor people stuck upside down for over an hour Yeah, not as bad as that food poisoning going on over at “the Detroit café” What do people expect from a café named after Detroit. Hi Jim Hello Tanya Look Jim, I need you to work until 9 tonight ok. Its Monday, football night. Yeah well I have a jenny craig meeting. (mumbling) what you gonna eat her Excuse me? Its ok Tanya I’ll cover (suspiciously) good (walks to his counter and waves a guest over) Next (a large woman stomps up to him and slams her fists down on the counter) Can I help you? SOMEONE DONE GRABBED MA TITTIES! It’s a terrible day A terrible day One of those days you wish the germans had won the war so you would never have been born days It’s a terrible day A terrible day Oh why the hell didn’t my dad use a condom that night he got my mom drunk in the back of their Impala so I wouldn’t have to go through this terrible day!! This terrible day! This terrible day!!!!!!!! Vicodin You got troubles And you always whine About something or other And hey, that’s fine If you wanna go through life Bein a bitchy, complainin mess Then that’s your prerogative But I must confess That your dull and your dreary And no one gives a damn No one wants to hear it Not Pat, Tanya, or Dan But I can help, see I got that magic bullet So if you want the solution Grab your ear and pull it (spoken) take this (swallows pill) Cause A day without Vicodin Is like a day without the sun Its cold and its dreary And its never any fun Its mean and its callous And awful and cold Where everyone is fat And everyone is old And no woman will screw you And all the men have no hair So let Vicodin take you To that place where……. Everyone is nice And we all say HELLO And we’re all young forever Didn’t you know A day without Vicodin Is a day without love A day without blessings From heaven above So go ahead and take one Or two or three or four Cause ONCE you want one YOU WILL SURELY WANT MORE!!!!! Vicodin My Vicodin I love love love you Vicodin You the answer to my problems You’re the answer to my prayers You’re the solution to problems That Aren’t Even THERE!!!! (the vicodin dance) A day without Vicodin Is a day without the sun Its sad and its lonely And its never any fun A day without Vicodin Is a day without love It’s a day of unhappiness Where people push and shove A day without vicodin Is almost always bad A day without vicodin Is A Day Ive Never Had!!!!! Imagine I Imagine I Was that guy Who never left the seat up No, not I Imagine I Was that guy Who didn’t pass gas in bed And never wanted head Oh my Imagine I Imagine he Would be good to me Would never hassle me on my period And leave me be Imagine he Would say to me Honey, I don’t ever want to see you kiss another woman Oh gee Imagine he Imagine I Could be that guy Who would put up with all your moods And never ask why Oh my Imagine I Could be that guy Who finally made you have an orgasm Oh so sly I am that guy Imagine he Would give it to me Every position nine times to Sunday That’d be sweet Imagine he Hit the lottery And bought me things that I didn’t need Oh neat Imagine he Imagine us Never making a fuss About what makes the other one happy It’s a matter of trust Imagine us A three ring circus With kids we would never admit we didn’t want Oh what a bust Imagine us Imagine us Imagine us Turkey leg blues Some folks like their hot dogs All wrapped in a bun Some people do swear That churros are fun Hot mustard pretzels Cotton candy surprise But when I’m hungry I just can’t disguise I got those turkey I got those turkey leg blues I got those turkey I got those turkey leg blues That big red meaty deliciousness Lord knows I can’t lose Some folks do say That burgers are king And folks I know Like da onion ring Tacos burritos Sausage and eggs But what gets me the most Are those big fat legs Oh lord I got those turkey I got those turkey leg blues I got those turkey I got those turkey leg blues Lord do help me I aint got no excuse (harmonica blues solo thing) You can keep your fried chicken I aint got no time for that And you can keep your pulled pork With all of its fat When the hunger hits me I just cant explain I wish I could take a turkey leg AND STICK IT IN MY VEIN OH LORD I got the turkey I got the turkey leg blues I got the turkey I got the turkey leg blues Oh lord forgive me I aint got no excuse You’re a sinner Jimmy Rogers You’re a sinner Jimmy Rogers And you’re going straight to hell No matter how much you pray The Lord aint buying what you sell You done aint no good You been a heathen man The Angels aint takin you To the promised land You’re a sinner Jimmy Rogers Always up to things no good Like stealin your friends woman And eatin fatty foods You drink too much alcohol And smoke those big cigars By the time you in your grave Your lungs be black as tar You can try your prayin But it aint gonna do you good The Good Lord don’t hear you But the Devil he sho’ do (some sort of gospel music solo thing) You’re a sinner Jimmy Rogers Your soul is goin down Like all those unsavory characters You hang out with downtown Your lyin and your cussin That done sealed your fate And don’t think the Good Lord don’t see you When you masturbate You’re a sinner Jimmy Rogers And you’re going straight to hell No matter how much you prayin The Lord aint buyin what you sell You too far gone to save now So don’t even try When you dead and buried Aint no one here gonna cry Oh Lord have mercy! I wanna have your baby When I see you Sleepin so peacefully My love so dear What you mean to me I cuddle up next to you Being so quiet, so you can’t hear I snuggle up to your face And I whisper in your ear…………….. OH YEAH OH YEAH I WANNA HAVE YO BABY OH YEAH OH YEAH I WANNA HAVE YO BABY NOW You can shower me in diamonds By Gucci or Dior You can buy me a Lamborghini And always be openin the door You can pour me French Champagne From a bottle of Don Perrigion But when we get to grinding You Better NOT put that thing on!! OH YEAH OH YEAH I WANNA HAVE YO BABY OH YEAH OH YEAH I WANNA HAVE YO BABY NOW OH YEAH OH YEAH I WANNA HAVE YO BABY OH YEAH OH YEAH I WANNA HAVE IT NOW Finicky picky picky I wanna go to Rome I wanna go to Monaco I wanna Paris home Buy me a Picasso It doesn’t mean that much But if you don’t put a bun in this oven I’ll get my panties in a bunch! OH YEAH OH YEAH I WANNA HAVE YO BABY OH YEAH OH YEAH I WANNA HAVE YO BABY NOW OH YEAH OH YEAH I WANNA HAVE YO BABY OH YEAH YEAH I WANNA HAVE YO BABY NOW Gimme a baby I want it now I don’t care who and I don’t care how Every other girl I know has a baby do you want me to be left out Gimme a baby that I can dress up and take and show about Gimme a baby before im an old grey and ugly hag Gimme a baby that I can wear like my Brand new Gucci bag OH YEAH OH YEAH I WANN HAVE YO BABY OH YEHA OH YEAH I WANNA HAVE YO BABY NOW (3x) If it’s gonna rain, it’s gonna rain on me If I had any luck It’d all be bad If I won a free tuxedo It’d probably be plaid If I found a million dollars You can sure as hell bet I’d immediately get hit by a bus And wouldn’t get to spend a red cent If I started coughing I bet a lung would come out If I found a therapist Guarantee he’d just whine and pout If I had a dog It’d run away And if I met the girl of my dreams Sure as hell she’d be gay!!! If it’s gonna rain Its gonna rain on me God sure has a sense of humor I wish he’d let me be It always rains on me A total downpour My wife is a drug dealer And my daughter’s a whore Rain rain go away And leave me alone Oh great Whats that sound? Yup, another broken bone! I wish I would get run over I wish I would get eaten by a shark I wish A cobra would bite my ass I wish I would run out of gas Right in front Of an oncoming speeding train That’s fast, wouldn’t feel any pain This is silly Why are you down on yourself Look on the bright side You could be someone else You could be Homeless and out on the street With no clothes No job and nothing to eat Bitch bitch bitch That’s all I ever hear you do Im about Ready to take my shoe And shove it So far up your ass That youll Walk like you have constant gas Ug If it’s gonna rain It’s gonna rain on me Wont someone somewhere Come and rescue me (spokek) looks like a downpour headed your way Maybe I dunno what I’m doin here anymore Its ok No, I mean it. Everything I write turns to junk You’re being too hard on yourself. Am I? My mind feels…so disorganized (lays down on couch) Sigh You don’t really believe Rome was built in a day Or that the best laid plans Can sometimes go in a different direction And you don’t really believe That those pills, will bring you satisfaction You can spend your life spinning your wheels In the mud soaked road Leading to your destiny Or you can lay your head Upon my shoulder Maybe you should come on home Maybe you never should have left Maybe you should just pick up that phone Maybe you should let me love you to death Maybe I dunno why You can shut everyone out And build a wall 3 miles high You can stand on your roof and shout Hey world What do you owe me You can hang your heart out to dry But when it rains It’ll just get wet again Maybe you should come on home Maybe you never should have left Maybe you should just pick up that phone Maybe you should let me love you to death Maybe I dunno why You can blame everyone For the things That only you did You can curse those who stayed with you When for youself, you ran away and hid You can say its me Blame it all on the one who loves you But that won’t make me go Because I’ve seen you, and only I know Maybe you should come on home Maybe you never should have left Maybe you should just pick up that phone Maybe you should let me love you to death Maybe I dunno why I luv u Well I love kitties And I love cats I love puppy dogs And I love bats I love so many things I admit this is true But the thing I love most Has got to be you! Oh I love how you walk I love how you run I love how your hair shines In the golden sun I love how you tickle me Ha ha right there And I love how you’ll stay with me Anytime anywhere Oh I must admit I love pro rasslin And Monday night football And drinkin tonic and gin But I’ll watch Lifetime When you’re movie’s on And I’ll even shut up When American Idol is on Oh I love how you cook And I love how you drive I love how you make me feel So darn alive I love how you laugh At all my stupid jokes And I love how you don’t complain When we have to visit my folks I loved you in 3rd grade And I loved you in 5th I loved you in high school You’re the only one I was with I loved you in college And someday I say I’ll love you When we’re both old and grey Oh I love how you walk And I love how you run I love how your hair shines In the golden sun I love you forever You’re my triple overtime I love you my dearest I’m so glad that you’re all mine. Ain’t got no Ain’t got no springtime Ain’t got no flowers in bloom Ain’t got no summer Ain’t got no weddin in June Ain’t got no autumn Ain’t got no leaves to fall Ain’t got no winter Ain’t got no snow at all It’s the season The season for the blues It’s the season The season for the blues Pack up your bags Put on your walkin shoes Ain’t got Kansas City Ain’t got no business there Ain’t got no St. Louis Ain’t got no reason there Ain’t got no Chicago Ain’t got no purpose there It’s the season The season for the blues It’s the season The season for the blues Put on your old coat And grab that bottle too Ain’t got no woman Ain’t got no woman no more Ain’t got no woman Ain’t got no lovin no more Ain’t got no woman Ain’t got the blues no more Put on your Put on your shoes We is walkin out of here Put on your shoes Do I have to make it clear Put on your shoes We is walkin out of here Put on your hat It looks like its gonna rain Put on your hat The sun is gone again Put on your hat It looks like its gonna rain Pick up your old bag Hit the road again Pick up your old bag Hit the road again Pick up your old bag Got to hit the road again Headed to St Louis Got to pick up my baby there Headed to ST Louis Got to pick up my baby there When I get to St Louis The’ll be some lovin there Pick up your harmonica Time to make it cry Pick up that old harmonica Time to make it cry Pick up your old harmonica Play it till I cry What about me What about me When is it my time to shine What about me When is it my time to read the lines To have the spotlight Shine on me To show the world what I can be What about me When is it my turn to play the game What about me Why do I always have to ask again To get someone anyone anywhere To even notice me Why can’t I try I know I could get far Why can’t I try I know that I could be a star I could be someone famous Or someone important to the world Maybe some great author Or the singer of that song’you just heard What about me Is it too much to ask for my share What about me No one ever sees me standing there In the corner all alone Looking hopeful But always going Home By myself once again What about me The world thinks I cant do a thing What about me Why won’t anyone hear me sing Or play anything I wrote I worked hard on every note What about me What about Me What About Me?