She’s so flagrant, she tosses coins in the cup

of every vagrant, she’s on the way up,

She’s so fragrant, she’s got a poodle-cross pup,

You can’t embarrass her.

In her short life she’s never known grief,

Never sought strife, never beggared belief,

She’s a fraught wife, but her husband’s a thief

who likes to harass her.

Come on down, Lisa baby, tell me the truth,

Is this how you saw it, when you were a youth?

Is this what you hoped for, when we were both young,

you and I?

An inanimate life

Under a Simpsons sky.

He’s a chancer, he’s always chasing the deal

But gets no answer, he doesn’t care how you feel,

She was a dancer, but the dream wasn’t real,

That’s how he’d spin it.

As he views it, she’s his cook and his whore,

He’ll abuse it, like he abuses the law,

She can’t defuse it, it’s an unending war,

She can’t win it.

But fess up, Lisa baby, tell me your news,

Is this what you dreamed of, as a schoolgirl in Loos?

Is this what you imagined when we were both free,

you and I?

An accidental life

Under a Simpsons sky.

Not all the skies are Simpsons,

Not all the stories make you laugh,

Some of the skies make you think of the Road Not Taken,

And make you wonder about that other path.

We can’t fix things, we’re always victims of hope,

We play our six-strings, it helps us to cope,

We try to mix things, but simply fashion the rope

to make a noose with.

She’s so forlorn now, but she still doesn’t bend

to the storm now, that’s portending her end,

She stays warm now, and prays for a friend

to hang loose with.

Strike it up, Lisa baby, let out your tears,

Is this what you’ve been leading to, all of these years?

Is this why you left me, is this why there’s no you and I?

A wasted life

Under a Simpsons sky.