Ben Folds - The Secret Life Of Morgan Davis Lyrics
Ben: uh - okay, we're going to do a new song then...it's about a manNamed..uh..morgan davis...morgan...morgan left the house to get some creamOf wheat and came back with a little bit more.*laugher*All right - this features joe delorenzaHis wife is tired, she wants to sleepBut allnight morgan davis wants his cream of wheatHe waits and then she turns out the lightsHe tip-toes to the doorwayAs he slips to the night.His boring life and he leads it by selling stocksMakes him feel he's growing old and tiredThere's no joy in strife just by passing timeOn this boring life.He wants the lights, the cash, a piece of assA toothless ***** to blow him for a vile of crackHe chokes his chunk in some gatoradeAnd scores a bag of chronic on the eastern of a.His secret life and he leads it by selling drugs he set up that nightHe's selling hash to the trailer trashHis sister's assThe boring life" my friends are all salesmanMy wife is a slutThere must be something bigger i can stick in my buttThe irs is auditing, my life is in a wreck "And so he's fired his heatHe's blown his blowIt's coming up on sunrise and it's time to goHe smells like barf" my head is a mess "He wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat, hairy, chestHe doubles home from a rising showHe won't be at work in an hour or soHe crawls in bed with his sleeping wifeJust a night to break up his boring lifex
