[MIMI]
Clean and polish
Mop and glow his studio
Till all is gleaming
Firmly, I'll demolish
Any sort of mayhem in this place
Oh, God, what a mess!
Books scattered all over
I don't want to guess
How long he'll live
Or if he'll live
He better live!
Stupid books, all this reading
His brain's bleeding
I know why
Cause of books
They have made his brain explode
Damn these books, so much flotsam
I could plotsum I distressed
Who'd have guessed
Books would make his brain explode
Book called "Mother Courage"
Always about mothers
What about the others?
Fathers and the brothers?
Throw it out
Here's "A Mother's Kisses"
Always it's the misses
Never it's the tata
Literary schmata
Throw it out
If I don't throw out the books
I will throw myself out the window
a**hole
Yes, sir, he's an a**hole
How can he just sit there
Thinking he will die
a**hole
Where's his fight and vigor
This, then, is my rigorous reply
Book by Norman Mailer
Throw it out, egotistic j**
"How to meet a saylor", good son
Throw it out, what's a mom to do
"Search for Warren Harding", who's he
Show him out, I just keep discarding you'll see
Throw it out, and you'll come through
Here's what you do, throw it out
I trust he won't see me crying
I'll keep on denying what's becoming clear
It's just, even though he's dying
He will see me laugh and joke and snear
Throwing out is petty
Which I must admit, but it's deeply felt
Still I'm getting ready
To deal with the sh** I've been lately dealt
Bye bye goes his trollop
Bye bye
Life sure packs a wollup
Which I won't deny
But we'll come through
Here's what we'll do
Throw it out
Long live what's mine
Screw all of Gertrude Stein
Throw
Throw
Throw
Throw
Throw it out!