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HONEST AL (Mark Graham) I was working down in Fresno, to the end of my endurance Working for old Honest Al, who sold low-cost insurance He'd call his wife each day at three, inquiring "What's for dinner?" With the Cuisinart and the microwave, it always was a winner But then one day he called his wife, and man, was it a bummer She said she'd gone and left him for a hippie guitar strummer "I've thrown away my high-heeled shoes, I will no longer need 'em And bought a pair of Birkenstocks; I've never known such freedom So goodbye to suburbia and the only life I've known I've gone away forever - leave your message at the tone" So Al got in his XKE, 'cause the Lincoln wouldn't handle And went to retrieve his wifey dear and thus avoid a scandal He drove and he drove down the interstate till he found them by the sea-O They were chanting out their mantra, No Myo Harenge Kyo "How could you leave your house and lawn, your bridge club and your baby To run off in a microbus and risk a case of scabies? I'll give to you a Betamax if you'll come home with me-O" She shook her head and passed the pipe, and said, "Let's be a trio" So Al put on a wide-brimmed hat, a poncho and some sandals The three now live in Santa Cruz, quite happy making candles Now there's a master. As far as I know, Mark and Susan are still in Seattle, but it's been a long time since I've seen them. @parody Child #200 filename[ GYPHIPP2 MC Popup Midi Player 
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