Tell God I'm Sorry
As you look down your nose on those
Who don’t quite have the stuff
Would you tell God I’m sorry
That I wasn’t good enough.
Tell God I’m sorry
That I haven’t worked in quite some time
Tell God I’m sorry
That my birth was such a horrid crime.
Tell God I’m sorry
For the children that I’ve never had
Tell God I’m sorry
That I let the Oberweis go bad.
Tell God I’m sorry
For the mouse run round my flat
Tell God I’m sorry
For going grey and getting fat
Tell God I’m sorry
I just cannot smile on command
Tell God I’m sorry
the Beatles are my favorite band
Tell God I’m sorry
Your friends just can’t handle me
Tell God I’m sorry
Your face is the ugliest I see
Tell God I’m sorry
I can’t listen to your girlfriend’s woes
Tell God I’m sorry
That’s the only life she knows
Tell God I’m sorry
That the Hawks lost Stanley by a hair
And would you add
I think it’s sad, but,,,do I really care?
Tell God I’m sorry
I wrote most of this while on the pot
Tell God I’m sorry
…but I’m really NOT!
