~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ "HIGH WATER" ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ (sassy:) The river deep, runs down my street, it always overflows. The water creeps, up to my feet, and laps over my toes. My pants are wet, and you can bet, when the March winds blow, High Water will find, my bare behind...... And me without dry clothes! ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ (Rainee:) Still waters run deep. Pull up your pants... Ya little geek. ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ (Lois:) Try to be brave and stay afloat. John is a comin' down the street with his boat. (ps) If you see a cow slowly floating by, tell Farmer Svenson, Lois said Hi! ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ (sassy:) I'm treading water to stay afloat, when I see John in an old rowboat. He says jump in but I don't see how, cause in the boat is Svenson's darn cow. The boat is full of bovine do-do, And poor John has "do-do" all over his shoes. And would you believe the fee he sees fit, to charge for a ride, to clean up that sh*t!? ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ (john mark:) I'll not take a ride In his boat, no sir To wade is the water Is what I prefer. I'll take off my shoes And roll up my pants With hands on my hips I'll sing and I'll dance. In my heart there is playin' The song Danny Boy My toes are a tappin' I'm dancin' with joy So bring on the water Until there's a flood My veins are a flowin' With green Irish blood. ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ | ~ (a sassy design) (Back To Menu)