The Human Race
Marita touched my ‘Very Merry’
And that led to the poppin’ of a cherry.
Which was good…so good.
Now if God is love and Satan sin,
Whose idea was it that a bottle of gin
Should get me happy first, later sad,
An’ in the mornin’ make my head hurt bad?
You know, Jesus, he’s a friend of mine,
So’s his sidekick, Frankenstein.
We get together, change some water to wine,
Chitchat ’bout women fine.
Life can be good, like that Marita I had,
But sometimes life can drive you mad.
Is there an answer? Are we garbage in space?
No need to worry, it’s just the human race.