BY J Dean November 2004
You know something, youngman?
When I see you, I see you upside-down,
head on the ground, feet in the sky.
Whimsical, don't you think?
But then my meddling brain,
My momma-knows-best brain,
My do-what's-right brain,
Goes and grabs you by the hair and heels, And with a mighty shove, forces you back where you belong.
Sad, isn't it, youngman?
Being in my head upside-down is the craziest thing I've ever seen you do, And my brain has to steal our little romance.