Nobody knows of the pain that goes
With frozen beak and wings and toes.

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Tell me how long -- do I have to wait?
Take me to the chef and serve me on a plate.

Yes, call a toe truck and haul me away,
Webbed feet ain't got no digits anyway.

chorus)
I'll down a few Viagra and it won't be long...
Before it will be at least as long as this dumb-ass song.


Am I right or left -- or just a pain in the tushes,
One bird in the hand is worth both George Bushes!

Tell me how long---do I have to wait,
To get home from Iraq---or must I hesitate.

Art Thieme (This song needed some actual direction---so I morphed it into a protest song!)