MATT "NO GAS" WILSON
HE DRIVES A LITTLE YELLOW CAR,
AND OFTEN RUNS OUT OF GAS,
SOME SAY HE'S KINDA SLOW,
OTHERS SAY HE'S KINDA CRASS.
IT SEEMS RESPECT FOR ELDERS,
AINT IN THE WORDS HE KNOWS,
I THINK IT WILL TAKE ALL OF US,
TO KEEP THIS BOY ON HIS TOES.
OH' WE KNOW HE MEANS WELL,
AND HIS HEART'S IN THE RIGHT PLACE,
WHY JUST LOOK AT THAT SILLY GRIN,
THAT'S ALWAYS ON HIS FACE.
SOME SAY MATT'S ELEVATOR,
DON'T GO TO THE TOP FLOOR
BUT I SAY THEY'RE FULL OF BULL,
HE'S THE DULLEST KNIFE IN THE DRAWER.
I'VE HEARD IT SAID BY MANY,
HE DON'T KNOW SICK'EM FROM COME HERE,
WHY JUST SEND HIM AFTER A COLA,
HE MIGHT BRING YOU HALF A BEER.
CAUSE MATT'S GOT A TWO TRACK MIND,
ONE OF THEM IS ALWAYS LOST,
THE OTHER ONE'S OUT LOOKING FOR IT,
THAT'S WHY HIS PUMPKINS ALL HAVE FROST,
YEA, WE GOTTA WATCH O'MATT,
AND TRY TO KEEP HIM STRAIGHT,
EVEN THOUGH HE'S A LITTLE SLOW,
WE DON'T WANT TO BE TEMPTING FATE.
WHY HE COULD WIND UP IN LEFT FIELD,
OR SOMEWHERE LAYING ON THE GROUND,
WE DON'T WANT TO LOOSE HIM,
WE KINDA LIKE HAVING'EM AROUND.
TO DRIVE HIS LITTLE YELOW CAR,
IN PARADES HERE AND THERE,
WHEN HE CHEWS HIS BUBBLE GUM,
HE GETS IT STUCK IN HIS HAIR,
Ben Steen copyright September 27, 2003
Fraternally, Ben Steen
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