Online Read Free Novel
  • Home
  • Romance & Love
  • Fantasy
  • Science Fiction
  • Mystery & Detective
  • Thrillers & Crime
  • Actions & Adventure
  • History & Fiction
  • Horror
  • Western
  • Humor

    Unfinished Musical


    Prev Next

    

      Unfinished Musical

      From the mind of The Steve

      Copyright 2011

      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 j
    ust 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

     


    Prev Next
Online Read Free Novel Copyright 2016 - 2026