Funkbucket

I was gonna kick the bucket When I turned on the TV They were all in it for money And there was none left for me So I called up my accountant Had me start a new web site I sold them stuff they wanted And it kept me up all night Then I went all Egypt on them And I just collected Dough I became a master baker And I watched the kitchen grow When I thought I’d bought the farm And I’d be forclosed on by summer Who knew back in the spring That by fall I’d have a hummer Don’t rush to cash in your chips The casino’s up all night Have some faith in god and self The sunrise is soo bright You can’t get used to dying And your times a one shot game Don’t predict your wins and losses It’ll never be the same To size up for the box Before the shoes are tried on Doesn’t say much for the sox’s Or the Genes when you are gone So next time you think its over Go to bed for another day Hold your dreams close to your chest And play your hand just one more way And maybe your dream lover Or the fans can see you dunk When you play the game tomorrow And come out of your funk