Tales of the Human Race

The check is in the mail

So I can’t go out for the sale

I’ve waited all week

For someone to say

The check is in the mail

A woman is late

With her period to date

Months go by

Boy does she cry

The oven is baking

Cause there is something mak’in

Wake up and smell the bacon

That ain’t no pig in the oven

You are the sun

You are the moon

I can’t go on

Without you I will die

Around the corner comes a skirt

Silk stockings and stiletto shoes

I need her

I want her

Now where was I

I need her

I want her

Promises not to fib any more

Heard this time in and time out

Don’t fill my ears with torture

Cause I finally done with the rat race

So I sit in my corner

As I act like a mourner

Waiting for time to end
Cause I'm done with the human race