If I can\'t kick back in the afternoon
To right a riddle,
Or sing a tune;
What\'s it all about?
If I have to rush around like a blue arse fly
To make me fortune before I die,
What a miserable sod am I.
If I couldn\'t sit here and commune with my heart
Where the hell would I start.
Don\'t get me wrong,
I could follow those,
But to me it all seems on the nose.
And by the way-
I love it here.
Kicking back with a smoke and a beer.
Know that I have a sure guide
While others think
I am on the slide.