A fool

I dreamt of when I was young and pretty

Could make girls swoon with a quick ditty

Now as I watch movies old

The music makes me sob so cold

How time flew what did I do

Of all my lost battles could I redeem a few

Nostalgia meets stoic reality

Fantasy meets actual banality

We were awesome now we are just cool

To weep for yesterday is the act of a fool

Too much ice cream will kill you

I’m just the peaches of the man I used to be
Too many sweaty drops are raining down on me
I’m far away from home
And I’ve been facing this walk alone
For much too long

Oh, I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me
About eating and what a struggle it would be
In my tangled state of intestine
I’ve been looking back to find
Where I went wrong
Too much ice cream will kill you
If you can’t make up your mind
Torn between the vanilla
And the chocolate you leave behind

You’re headed for cholestrol
‘Cause you never read the signs
Too much ice cream will kill you – every time
I’m just the giant of the man I used to be
And it seems like there’s no way out of this for me
I used to bring you butter scotch
Now all I ever do is bring my weight down

Oh, how would it be if you were standing in my plus size shoes
Can’t you see that it’s impossible to choose
No there’s no making sense of it
Every way I go I’m bound to lose

Oh yes
Too much ice cream will kill you
Just as sure as none at all
It’ll drain the power that’s in you
Make you plead and scream and crawl

And the pain will make you crazy
You’re the victim of your crime
Too much ice cream will kill you every time
Yes, too much ice cream will kill you
It’ll make your life a lie
Yes, too much ice cream will kill you
And you won’t understand why
You’d give your life, you’d sell your soul
But here it comes again
Too much ice cream will kill you
In the end
In the end

the joy I had

I am fat bald and old

love has gone me by

its not that I didn’t give a try

but while hesitated time chose to fly

I feel sorry sometimes

Sometimes I just feel glad

To be free is a great feeling

Than for the worries to be had

Sometimes I write a song

Sometimes a tune so bad

As long as life pumps in my veins

This is the joy I had