Looked in the mirror this morning,
Much less hair and many more wrinkles.
Enough to drive a man into the darkness.
Not me though, I have ice cream, with sprinkles!
Working in an industrial park,
Is a fine place to make a buck.
But although “park” is in its name,
There is never an ice cream truck.
I cursed out my alarm clock,
It was such a pleasant dream.
All alone in bed, I was
With chocolate chip ice cream.
Friday is my longest day,
The time drags on so long.
Because I can’t wait for Friday night
And get my ice cream on!