I’m bored and broke
And I’m living off my folks
I can’t get a job
But I’m not really looking
When I want supper
I’ll say "what's cooking"
When I need money
I’ll ask for a loan
My folks give in
But they gripe and moan
I’ll watch TV
In the middle of the day
My dirty clothes
On the floor they'll stay
I’ll sleep till noon
Then stay out all night
Staggering home
In the broad daylight
One day I’ll stand
On my own two feet
If a rich young lady
I happen to meet
I’m now approaching
My middle age years
And not leaving home
My folks do fear
I should be ashamed
But really I’m not
Cause lots of money
My folks have got
I’m bored and broke
And they moved before I woke
By, Randee Saber 7/28/07
