Sneaking Late Night TV
Words by Bryon Bowers
Watching' Lawrence Welk Sunday Night repeat
Steam crawling' out my Tomato soup
Sitting' on the edge of my seat
Handsome men
In three piece suits dancing' with
Pretty women wearing' frilly Summer dresses
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Thrown in the Ocean
A young child screams
Strange creature of water
Only swims in her dreams
Lay down your head
Rest your weary bones
I'll carry you with me
Wherever I go
New England clam chowder sitting' on her TV tray
saltine crackers and old hats stacked high
Long out of fashion
But precious still
For Sunday Mass or a trip to the beach
Little Barb and Teddy always packed and ready
fighting' all the way home
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You made me read TV Kid
In my room 'til I did
Trapeze on the bed post edge
Watching the Carol Burnett show
Reflected off the mirror
Through the crack of my bedroom door
slapstick funny
And faces a skew
Never knew
What that crazy lady would do
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One hour foot rub
Tales from the Crypt exchange
while you read Stephen King
As the crypt keeper creeps
One bad pun
There goes another
Dreamed I was falling
You're probably reading right now
In some other dimension
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[Fade Out]