Yeah, you called me on it, Tina
I’m just a Milford wiener
Don’t coach, I just observe
But now I’ve started meddlin’
Someone’s got some Oxy’s peddlin’
Yeah, I got a lot of nerve
Phallic trophies I may brandish
Thanks to golden boy True Standish
Honors that I don’t deserve
But my team’s been gettin’ beaten
‘Cause your Aaron ain’t been eatin’
But I got a lotta nerve?
Now don’t be getting nervous
I’ll be calling Social Service(s)
‘Cause they’re only there to serve us
And we don’t all always get what we deserve…
Then you’re sure to lose your jobs,
Your car, your son. Some nerve!
(apologies Bert Lahr)
Reason I like the color version of the strip today: without it, I’d have thought the furniture was made of the same plaster as the walls.
*Speaking of meddlin’