Peanut Shell

Well, it wasn’t so very long ago
I was bounded in a peanut shell
Not so happy as my own face
And not the king of infinite space

Talkin’ like Linus, the luck of Charlie Brown
I had a girlfriend like Lucy and I smelled like Pig Pen
And all the eggs that I had painted all my dreams on
They’re all gone
Now I’m just skinny and sick and mad
I can’t pack my bags, I got nothin’ to put in ‘em
Can’t pack my bags ‘cuz my bags were ripped off

Oh well, maybe it’s time to go home
There’s nothin’ left here to destroy
I made my mark and my mark sucks
This sucks
I’m goin’ home

Still a good distance from the house that day
Got spotted by my old man
I thought he’d sock my face but he gave a big cheer, raced out
And welcomed me back


{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

Oldman Inthepeanut May 7, 2013 at 12:12 pm

I love peanuts! Greetings, I am the Old Man in the Peanut or as some of my friends call me, the Sage of the Leguminati!


Ben Ritter July 24, 2014 at 2:51 pm

I was just reading Hamlet and was pleasantly surprised to see that you referenced in one of your songs! “O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.” – Great stuff!


Dan Lord July 25, 2014 at 7:18 pm

A little Shakespeare really brings out the flavor…


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