Lord let me help myself today
To some ice cream for breakfast
And a stroll around my estates
Lord you have preserved me
Like a pickle in a jar
In the back of the frig
You have wrinkled me
With worry I'm never enough
Which keeps me fastened
To my body don't let me
Squander these last days
On a shoe-string budget
Lord let me spend it all
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