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Standing on a corner, waiting for a bus
Thinking 'bout the things I'd like to discuss
Political cartoons all say the things I'd like to say
The day that I was born I met with foul play


Foul play, started right away, on that first day a tidal wave
I wrote a book; nobody looked
Yes I complain, but just the same I met with foul play

Got onto the bus, started doodling on a pad
Looking all around me things weren't so bad
Detective stories all have people meeting with foul play
But the people on the sidewalk seemed so happy

Foul play, starts inside the mind, you see the signs
Yes yours and mine
I wrote a book; nobody looked
Yes I complain, but just the same I met with foul play

You know it's just so cool to be here riding on this bus
The girls in aisle eleven are just too much
Read the morning paper it can always make you said
All that foul play, man, what a drag!

Foul play, started right away, on that first day a tidal wave
I wrote a book; nobody looked
Yes I complain, but just the same I met with foul play

© 2005 - David Shapireau