world premiere by Larry Nickel (on guitar), Jon VanVloten, Harv Wiens and Ken Bartsch.

A song for persecuted and vandalized teachers

Woke up in the morning, it was quarter to three
Heard a pitter patter like the sound of little feet
Jumped right out of bed, went to the window to see
Three or four young guys were just a torquing down the street 

Shouted to my lady “I just can’t believe my eyes!
How can it be snowing – it’s the middle of July.”
“You must still be sleeping, dear.”she muttered in a yawn.
“Take another look but, honey, put your glasses on!”

TP – hanging on my bushes
TP – wrapped around my car
TP – all across my driveway
TP – all around my yard

I was really angry, so I ran out in the night
Good for nothin’ hoodlums were already out of sight
Standing by the door my lady called and waved her hands
“Get your body back here – you forgot to wear your pants!”

Chorus

Got a wicker basket and I crawled around the lawn
Pickin’ up the paper ‘til the early morning dawn
Put it by the toilet, it was stacked a mile high
I’d like to thank the fellows for a year of free supply

Chorus

I have often wondered as I walk along the hall
Who could be so mean, who could be so small?
If you’re out there laughing at the terrible time I had
I hope you’re out of wipe, when you really need it bad!

TP – hanging on my bushes
TP – wrapped around my car
TP – all across my driveway
TP – all around my yard