My My

Sitting by the river watching the birds fly by

There is this one bird that always says my my

What makes him so special I don’t know why

 

Sitting by the river watching the tide roll in

There’s this fish that don’t know how to swim

If he starts to drown I might have to jump in

 

Sitting by the river watching the sun go down

With a view like this a man can’t wear no frown

But its gonna piss me off if that fucking fish drowns

 

Sitting by the river in the light of the moon

It’s a beautiful night in the month of June

I’m just so glad to be here singing you this tune

 

Sitting by the river with my fishing pole

Me and my buddies at our favorite fishing hole

Smoking a doober that we just rolled

 

Sitting by the river watching the birds fly by

There is this one bird that always says my my

What makes him so special is that he can’t fly

 

Sitting by the river with a fish that can’t swim

Sitting by the river with a bird that can’t fly

I just sit here with em and say to myself...my my

 

Robert

2015