Lyric Gumbo

There s a mouse starin out of the window
His car is trapped in the snow
He s planning a family vacation
But he just can t go
Around the next corner s a red bird
His feathers are trapped in a sling
He s passed by some gunslinging parrot
Who s jealous he ain t got no grin

There ain t no time to stash the gumbo
Or rattle around in a cage
The sacrificed child s made bubbles
And spittle is everywhere enraged
In a hot sand or in a my feet
They re blistered and caked with debris
Chez rolez is guarding the tote board
While Angry piddles with glee

There s a fool writing notes out on sandpaper
He s sending them off to himself
He gets them a couple days later
Who put them along his top shelf
If you get tired of shavings
And carve up a good hunk of wood
Remembering to check on the sausage
He s got cooking somewhere look good