Look—everything was perfectly fine
until the frickin’ DJ of Aisle 8 decides
the bottles of olive oil and vinegar,
stacks of tuna fish and whatever
weren’t put up exactly the way he does
Do you know he calls us Whippersnappers?
He’s always sucking his teeth and complaining
Not that song again!
The store never plays one single song
he isn’t dying to turn down
That’s why I call him The DJ
You tell him I said “Thanks a lot”
His DJ days are over!
It’s about time he retires
and buys a sweet place
on Isle 8
Boys and the Blues
In the same room,
Were tying their shoes.
Their daddy, in the next room,
Started playing the blues.
The boys started listening
And began to choose.
Considered the path
Paved for them, ready for them.
Took into consideration their own moods.
Boy 1 headed to the closet,
Pulled out a pair of his
Boy 2 danced around barefoot,
Wondered how he could lose.
No one, nothing could come between
Boy 1 and Boy 2.
These boys knew how to look beyond
Music and shoes.
Brothers, they were. Quite the two.
Maybe it was fate,
Possibly some sort of shoe muse,
That changed the way those boys
Walked through space that day.
The day those boys heard the blues.
“Where are they headed? What are they after?”
Look down at your own shoes!
We’re all just boys, making decisions,
With a daddy, in the next room,
Playing the blues.