It Was a Very Bad Year

by Lover Dudley

WHEN I was seventeen
It was a very bad year
It was a very bad year
For small toads and frogs and soft summer nights
I’d stomp out their lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very bad year
It was a very bad year
For city girls who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
when they would run
Away from me
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very bad year
It was a very bad year
For blue-blooded girls of independent means
Rohypnol and limousines
Their chauffeurs I'd bribe
To ignore the backseat jive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days are short
I'm in the twelve-step rooms
And now I think of my life
As vintage waste on a floating barge
My wife's name is Marge
She's hooked on crack
I'm snorting smack
It was a very bad year

(With apologies to composer Elvin Drake)

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