John’s got Mary in a dream home
Mortgage, babies, and a puppy or two
Under skies so blue
He thinks he's found his whoop-a-doo
Work and fun-time make you run time
Wears you through and through
Where’d your years go runnin’ to?
One fine day… your mind strays where it oughtn’t go to
And Little John shouts, ‘Hey, let me go, too!’
Down to whoop-a-doo
Your head’s a mess
Boss yells, ‘You’re through!’
Money’s tight
You’re down and out and screwed
What will ole Johnny do?
The choice you make, the things you do
Mary’s gone, John is blue
It’s true – in his little whoop-a-doo
John is you – in your little whoop-a-doo
You’re running fast
Aww Aww, life is faster
You chase the night, lose the ‘ever after’
So true
When you live for whoop-a-doo
One fine day… your mind strays in ways minds ought not do
And Little John sings, ‘Hey, I’m going too!’
Get me some whoop-a-doo
Two eyes red
Noon cracks hard
Bed is strange
Last night’s so far d-own the line
You had to leave that town behind
The choice you make, the things you do
One is good, you take quite a few
Now it’s you – in your little whoop-a-doo
Pal, it’s you – in your little whoop-a-doo
The choice you make, the things you do
It’s you – in your little whoop-a-doo
Just you – in your little whoop-a-doo
From Zebulon and the Shadow Army by Chris Riker:
https://www.amazon.com/Zebulon-Angell-Shadow-Chris-Riker/dp/1637107056/