"do you want to spend another weekend ALONE," a dating service asked in an advertisement.

i hear you bitching 'bout your cock, your dire need to soon get off
i wonder why it is, your life is sad without a friend to bone
or you might be fine with sex on-hold, though you know that you won't feel bold
all alone

and how you always say pride is your own
you never even care to spend time with you
i write, swim, sing and drive the roads
when i was seventeen, though
i was depressed, all alone

you don't know how much i had wanted to just be kidlike with the guys
you don't know how long my bad brain in...jury had blighted friends unrealized
and the years have made dylan grown, and my fun is truly given, though
all alone

and how you always say pride is your own
you never even care to spend time with you
i write, swim, sing and drive the roads
when i was twenty-three, though
i was depressed, all alone

how'd my depression go-go?
how'd self-contentment take hold?

don't know!
don't know!

i actually do know...i want to be there for my dogs, on my bed, keeping them company as i challange myself writing a song parody.

and when i want a different environment, i have my car or my pool, though it's the same 2000-mp3 listening environment. wherever i am
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