My Brother Is a Callgirl
Little Boy Blue was a manic depressive
And Bo Peep was problematic from the start
A pocket full of posies won't get you very far
When London Bridge ain't the only thing falling apart
And some selfish pig won't let you in
When the howling wind starts to blow
But that's just the way that the story goes
And my brother is a callgirl
What do you make of the family tree
Plant the seed and see what grows
Can't wait to see how the story goes
And what in the world you'll make of me
Man in the moon, he got scared
And ran away just like my dad
The dish is that he ran off with some spoon
He left my mother with nothin' in the cupboard
And we never stood a chance anyhow
But who's keepin' score in the story now
And my brother is a callgirl
What do you make of the family line
Fool me once and fool me twice
Fooling yourself is the best advice
'Cause the truth is I'm not far behind
Well the cock will crow
And the wind will blow
And the cradle has come crashing down
Jack and Jill tumbled down the hill
And I'm not sure where we've landed
The only thing I know for sure
We're not in Kansas anymore
Can't pretend to know because
I haven't a clue what the moral was
And my brother is a callgirl
What do you make of the family line
Fool me once and fool me twice
Fooling yourself is the best advice
'Cause the truth is we're not far behind
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