OH BOY

Oh Boy

Oh boy, I’m screwed

Wounds I have, I'm contused

No way can I do all this

No time even to confirm it

My friend indeed is the one I need

Ran to his lair, for I’m a dimwit

Asked him to explain all that he knew

Oh boy, all this stuff feels so new

How can I ever prepare?

Help me in my despair

The concepts seem so clear

When you explain it’s a fanfair

Deadline incoming

What am I becoming?

Lab rat or a doormat?

A guinea pig or a douche that’s big?

Can’t perform in no ‘king gig

Can’t buy, no money for my gig

Stag bear decomposing rear

My ass is no ‘king steer

Crammed up all that I could

The deadline yet still stood

Dreamed of a future no strange

Things reached out of my range

Rock n’ roll in my mind

Stand still while I rewind

Can’t remember what I read

How can I earn my daily bread?