2009-07-15
Mother's Ashes
My mother's ashes, Even her eyelashes, Are resting in a little, yellow jar. And sometimes when it's breezy, Or if I'm feeling sneezy, And now I... Excuse me! Excuse me! Yeah, noisy boys!
My mother's ashes, Even her eyelashes, Are resting in a little, yellow jar. And sometimes when it's breezy, Or if I'm feeling sneezy, And now I... Excuse me! Excuse me! Yeah, noisy boys!