Milk and Cookies

For those expecting Santa tomorrow night, here’s a lyric:

Milk and cookies
Sitting by the fireplace
Milk and cookies
For Santa Claus to taste

Those cookies
They are some of Mama’s best
Oh so good
They pass the Betty Crocker test
Chocolate chips
In each and everyone
Good and tasty
For the old and the young

Milk and cookies
Sitting by the fireplace
Milk and cookies
For Santa Claus to taste

Those cookies
Gonna make Santa smile
When he comes
In the next little while
When he sees them
Sure gonna make him grin
From his toes
To his chinny chin chin

Milk and cookies
Sitting by the fireplace
Milk and cookies
For Santa Claus to taste

Fore you know
He’s drank the milk down
And it is
Sloshing the cookies around
Jolly old elf
A laugh in his tummy
Has left gifts
For Daddy, me and Mummy

Milk and cookies
Sitting by the fireplace
Milk and cookies
For Santa Claus to taste

Just one thing
I want all you to know
Pay attention
Fore you take off and go
If those cookies
Make Santa ring-a-ding-ding
He’ll come back
For a second milk-and-cookie fling

Milk and cookies
Sitting by the fireplace
Milk and cookies
There for Santa Claus to taste

Guitar Man

Finally got it. Been wanting it a long time. It’s been on my wish list for God-knows forever. Santa came through this year. It was all wrapped up in green holiday paper and a nice red ribbon. Even had a bow. It’s a new, six string, electric Zephyr Breeze, the best air guitar ever made by the hand of man. Now that’s what I consider a big wow.

All those years of singing in the shower and practicing “Still My Guitar Gently Weeps” in my bedroom have paid off. I am ready to go public. I may not be good enough to stand next to Spinal Tap but I am pretty good doing what I do.

If Justin Bieber and Cody Simpson can do it, why can’t I? Do what, you ask? Be You tube guy and have a career in my chosen endeavor. What do those guys have that I don’t? Oh, sure they’re ever so cutesy-wutesy. So, big cheese. I’d die my hair blonde if I had hair. I can be the first bald-headed teen idol. And once I get all that fame, I can be the next train wreck the way the Biebs is doing.

Besides I have something going those two don’t. I write my own songs. And I do know who the Beatles were. Last song I wrote started off with these lyrics:

“Other guys have girl friend troubles.

Me, I am lactose intolerant.”

Now I’m a ready teddy. I really know how to boogie. And tune my guitar. My next step is to get in the groove and start my own band. I plan on playing lead and singing. Already I have recruited four others: an air bass player, an air rhythm man and an air drummer. The fifth in the band will be a woman on air keyboard. We’re going to really rock.

Were going to call ourselves Air-o-smith but that sounded like another band. So we’ve come up with something even better. We’ll be Pluto and the Plutonians. I will be Pluto and I plan to scream out the lyrics on “We want our planet back”.

CHORUS:
We want our planet back, jack.
You don’t give it back
We’ll give you a great big whack
Put you in the black.

1. I’m way out in space
In the Nothing Zone
Minding my business
Leaving others alone
Circling ’round the sun
With my five moons
Nix, Hydra and Styx
Kerberos and Charon

2.Sure, four other planets
Have a whole bunch more
And some have not one
But I’m not keeping score
Along comes this guy
Says that I do not
Deserve planet status
Want to say, thanks a lot

3.All this time and more
I’ve been holding up
My end of the system
And not passing the buck
Stopping all those rocks
Some kind of a crowd
All those big asteroids
And meteors earth bound

4.Taking more than my share
Of the many lumps
And now you’re treating
Me like some kind of chump
So won’t you pretty please
Give me some good cheer
Make this a great season
Give me Christmas this year.

Should be a hit, don’t you think? I know I do.