My boy, you know, he loves to skate,
Hurt a shoulder, break an arm,
A missing tooth just adds more charm.
Drive to Philly, it cannot wait,
Chase that fine elusive fate.
A flying board, a car alarm
“Man, them skateboarders sure cause harm.”

But no, not I, I don’t partake
In this miserable obsession
I can hardly stay awake
As I watch another session.

And the day grows long and sticky
All them boys are drinking beer
I pray “Dear Lord, I shan’t be picky,
But do please get me out of here.”

Yet I stay and in the morning
At six o’clock he wakes, the fool
Then while laughing at my warning
They all trespass another pool.

I don’t see him none ‘till dinner
And while he eats for three grown men
He informs me then, the sinner,
“At midnight I’m going to skate again”.

girl girl

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