Oh, my wife and I have battled
On the premise that I’m addled.
All this I can explain.
My mind was clear and nifty,
Till I reached the age of fifty,
Then Jesus took my brain.

The Man up there, the Maker,
Is the giver and the taker.
I quote the biblical refrain.
Now my logics indigestible,
My memory infinitesimal,
Since Jesus stole my brain

Well I hardly ever used it,
And I certainly abused it
With whiskey and champagne.
But back then I was the brightest,
Now I got old codger-itis
For Jesus stole my brain.

My reactions turned laconic,
And my thoughts are embryonic,
And your names I can’t retain.
It’s because all my synapses,
Are having momentary lapses,
‘Cause Jesus stole my brain.

Old age is full of curses,
and this song too many verses
Tiny thoughts are such a strain.
This world’s is such a fog to me,
From this this cranial vasectomy
Since Jesus stole my brain.

I know I sound ironic
But my mind’s gone catatonic,
From geriatric Novocain,
Please Lord, I’m not a moaner
I need a re-boot or a loner.
Please Jesus, give me back my brain.

05/16/2005

Posted on 05/16/2005
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