I have to wonder if there is any chance
They will ever break into a song and dance?
Day in and day out the story just seems to bring
Lousy weather and that same old death to Tracy thing
No “how’s your mother?”, or “where’d you get those spiffy clothes?”
“Read any good books lately?” and “do you know where the red fern grows?”
Of law enforcement procedures I certainly am no student
But restraining Mordred would seem to be really prudent
A many year professional, Tracy knows his job inside out
So don’t make any suggestions or he will cry and pout
Time is fleeting and the story is nearing it’s sorry end
Though through a stinking morass it still must slowly wend.
I have to wonder if there is any chance They will ever break into a song and dance? Day in and day out the story just seems to bring Lousy weather and that same old death to Tracy thing No “how’s your mother?”, or “where’d you get those spiffy clothes?” “Read any good books lately?” and “do you know where the red fern grows?” Of law enforcement procedures I certainly am no student But restraining Mordred would seem to be really prudent A many year professional, Tracy knows his job inside out So don’t make any suggestions or he will cry and pout Time is fleeting and the story is nearing it’s sorry end Though through a stinking morass it still must slowly wend.