Imagine
Dork has the strangest little old bush
growing in her flowerbed.
Now this bush ain't so strange looking,
fact is it looks like any other bush, but you can
believe me friend,
it ain't like any other bush.
I saw this robin eat one little seed off of that bush
and he flew straight up in the air
about 400 feet, rolled over on his back,
and started making noises like an eagle.
Imogene's dog,
Bradley, well he ate two bites off that bush one day,
jumped up on
his hind legs, and started walking around
and barking at 18 -year -old girls.
Last winter,
Grandma
Toddy ran out of snuff,
so she grabbed herself a handful
of that bush and chewed it up.
Well, for three days after that,
she sat in
Wes
Guidry's cafe
drinking green soda pop and laughing
at the telephone.
Emma
Jean
Dork nearly wore out her
flower seed book
trying to find out the name of that bush.
She never did.
You can be sure of one thing, though.
We all called it something.
Some folks call me lightning,
some folks call me rain
Some folks call me sorrow,
some folks call me pain
Poor folks call me worthless,
rich folks call me poor
Everybody calls me somethin'
Buddy, that's for sure
Buddy, that's for sure
My mama calls me darlin'
My sister calls me dear
Naomi calls me somethin' I
can't mention here
Poor folks call me wordless,
rich folks call me poor
Everybody calls me something,
buddy that's for sure
Buddy, that's for sure