FLOATING HEAD by Tom Jensen
I’m a white boy with no rhythm
And even less soul
I’ve faced the fact that I’ll probably be like this
Until my last days of growing old
Hell, what I’ve been told
You know I just won’t allow myself to believe it
Every girlfriend I’ve ever had
Tells me I dance just like a quadriplegic
I give….They take
They live…I die trying to save
A drowning doggy from the lake
I give…And they take some more
Both me and the doggy
Never paddle back to shore
(Because I have no arms and legs)