My mother deemed me a romantic
Of which she did not approve
But it did not make me frantic
It’s where I found my groove
There was sometimes frustration
When the loving was getting rather lean
And then there was satisfaction
During the times that were in between
I always got along just well enough
And I’ve never had any regrets
Even when times were tumbling tough
Breaking even in all my bets
It hasn’t changed my color vision
Got 20/20 like an eagle’s eye
Living in my own subdivision
With my mind up in the sky
See purple haze and a purple rain
Hear the sound of distant thunder
Take excedrin for my headache pain
Trying hard not to commit a blunder
Making statements true in fact
Reflecting on only what’s real
Living it in the ultimate black
With more than the usual zeal
With a well-founded confidence
Living in a world of chemistry
Where all of the evidence
Shows through my industry
Worked hard to make a good impression
With a steady diet of hustling
Stroking a steady compression
With struggles always tussling
Wrapped in every kind of battle
Living and dreaming like a drover
Driving a wily herd of cattle
To new grazing in fields of clover
And when the drive is done
Hit the trail town to quench your thirst
And if you have to draw your gun
Let it be New Zion and you came in first
Then get a shave and have a bath
A bed and good night’s sleep
Wake up with the sun’s laugh
Try not to rise up too steep
See just over the horizon ahead
Another dreamland of sappiness
With nothing at all to dread
Embrace a worldwide happiness
Tolerance of so many constitutionalities
Makes for a kitchen’s turmoil
Indulgence in such habitualities
Makes the spring tightly coil
Give me constancy and chastity
And I shall go a great distance
For I have achieved just mastery
Without the least resistance
Sometimes there is a sign
And then you must decide
Of just what it is of a kind
Before you have spoken or lied.