Awe what the heck. I don't normally do things like this, but I'm feelin' silly...Let's just call it a Jimmy Buffett meets suburbia diddy.


Well it's Saturday noon and I sit in the shade
and drink from my styrofoam Elvis.
I wish I could say that it's just lemonade
but that would not be quite honest.
And nothing is wrong with the grass being long
it's just growing the way that God made it.
So I'll sit here and count every blade in the lawn
then relax, and just contemplate it.


'Cause how many days do you get in a year
when there's so much to do but the sun is so near?
My mission is righteous my objective is clear
to put it all off 'til tomorrow.

Now it's Saturday noon and I sit in the shade
refilling my styrofoam Elvis
The neighbors look pissed to see me like this
but I know that they are just jealous.
'Cause they're pruning their trees and pulling their weeds
and trimming the grass with a vengeance.
While I sit on my swing with a styrofoam King
and dream of good days in Memphis.


Now it's Saturday evening and I'm losing my shade.
I've emptied my styrofoam Elvis.
And nothing's been done with this beast of a lawn
but I can't say that my day's been wasted.....Though I am...
'Cause I sat here and watched every cloud goin' by
saw one that looked just like Priscilla.
She was a pretty little thing, or so says the King
so we'll come back to see her tomorrow.

Lather, rinse, and REPEAT CHORUS


Satchel was right. Something is gaining on me.

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