I Just Want To Live Happily Ever

I Was Suppose To Be A Jesuit Priest Or A Naval Academy Graduate.

I Got Quarters In My Loafers Trying To Fight Inflation When It Only Used To Take A Cent.

I Remember The Excruciating School Task Of Writing A Three-page Term Paper. But, Oh, That Feeling When I Was Done! I Think I Drive Myself For That Feeling Of Accomplishment.

I Got My Hush Puppies On. I Guess I Never Was Made Meant For Glitter Rock And Roll.

Wasting Away Again In Margaritaville, Searching For My Lost Shaker Of Salt.