Bennett Sewell Art

Running down the road in a big black no down payment Cadillac, suckin’ okra gumbo through an oversized straw.  My bank account is empty and my credit card is full.  My puppies, who knows where they are. 

 

What’s goin’ on?  What’s goin’ on?  I got less of what I want and more of what I don’t want.  What’s a good man to do?  What’s a good man to do?

 

I quit drinking last week. My friends say I’m no fun anymore.  I gave up Celeia, but Ethel and Claudie still won’t speak to me.   My banker keeps callin’.  My pit boss won’t call me back.

 

What’s goin’ on?  What’s goin’ on.  I got less of what I want and more of what I don’t want.   What’s a good man to do?  What’s a good man to do?

 

I guess it’s what Uncle Ben says, “Keep your foot on the accelerator, your hands on the wheel and your eyes off the side of the road and on the center line; it’s steady as she goes.  Buy yourself a new pair of two-tone perforated wing tip shoes and have a little fun when it’s available.  Happiness is just ‘round the bend.”

 

Hattie Mae:

 

“Mr. Easy” was around the bend the first time I met him.  He can’t remember where he’s been for thinkin’ where he’s goin’.  To tell you the truth, I’m also a little worried about Uncle Ben.

 

I sure wish Mr. Easy would get that taillight fixed.