No Happy Rap

I tried,

tried to write a happy song.

But it always came out wrong.

I tried,

tried to wear a floppy hat

Still no happy Rap

I tried,

tried to move to Margaritaville

Still it sounded shrill.

I tried,

tried to worry not at all

(but) Bobby Mac didn’t call me back.

All these happy thoughts have been tied up in knots

The more that I pressed

The words they came less

The more that I tried

had to swallow my pride

Now I‘d rather listen to an old LP:

Big Bill Broonzy or Morrissey (4xs)

Otis Taylor or Morrissey (4xs)