THIRTY-THREE
words and music by Lenny Solomon
(c) 1999 L. Solomon
Life is getting complicated, every where you turn;
No two ways about it, there is so much to learn;
You think that you're just cruising, when just around the bend;
Comes a rolling cannon ball, flips you on your end;
Sometimes I get so crazy, I just want to bust;
Just leave me in the alleyway, lying in the dust.
Wake up in the morning, opening my eye;
Just want a cup of coffee, with a piece of pie;
Walk on down to Starbucks, they give me a list;
Of each and every country's, brew that they do best;
The coffee that I am looking for, is the color brown;
Sorry, we don't serve that here, try another town.
Thirty-three, thirty-three;
I long to be set free;
I know what's ailing me;
It's the curse of, thirty-three.
Two gave us a victory, four a higher score;
Eight was supposed to be enough, but we wanted more;
Nine for social security, will we get a slice;
Fourteen used to do it well, now it's more than twice;
Thirty-three reasons, are driving me insane;
Thirty-three reasons, are setting me aflame;
Thirty-three (thirty-three), thirty-three (thirty-three);
I long to be set free;
I know what's ailing me;
It's the curse of, thirty-three.
Thirty-three (thirty-three), thirty-three (thirty-three);
I long to be set free;
I know what's ailing me;
It's the curse of, thirty-three.