dennis feeney: Music

• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

My mom and dad had a great big plan
To whisk us away from the rural decay
To the city we’d go where our dreams can grow
Packed my toys in a van and away we ran

I do the best I can from the freezer to the fryin’ pan
I do the best I can from the freezer to the fryin’ pan

I don’t have much to say in what’s comin’ my way
I do my best to behave and pray it turns out okay
I don’t understand mom and dad’s big plan
But we’re on our way
as our town slips away

I do the best I can from the freezer to the fryin’ pan
I do the best I can from the freezer to the fryin’ pan

Bridge:
Diners here, gas stations there, we could stop anywhere
Keepin’ the beat with my feet on the back of dad’s seat

Solo

Now we’re on the coast this place is really the most
Unpacked my odds and ends, and I made me some friends
So we think we’ll stay ‘cause things are going our way
Dad’s in a rock ‘n’ roll band, and mamma’s workin’ for the man

I do the best I can, dad’s in a rockin’ roll band
I do the best I can, mamma’s workin’ for the man

Mamma’s workin’, mamma’s workin’
Mamma’s workin’, mamma’s workin’