Chris Scanlon

Chris Scanlon
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Jersey boy, this is my life
Ain’t too sharp, I ain’t too bright
But I know who I am
Even though I ain’t got a plan
Can’t think of nothing better, baby
Than being a Jersey Boy

Jersey Boy, built to last
I don’t think about the future
While I stumble through the past
I got nightmare clothes, polyester dreams
The sound of the highway is so serene
I can’t think of nothing better, baby
Than being a Jersey Boy

I’m trying to make some sense of this
But I don’t know how
Trying to tell you how I feel
But the words evade me now
Don’t make me think for myself
I won’t know what to do
Girl - that’s why I go out with you

Ma’s in a trailer park
She’s breaking her backbone
She hooked up with this redneck dude
After Papa left home
She murders her hopes and lives off her fears
She’s got a piece of despair on the suburban frontier
But it hurts too much to think about that
So pass me that carburetor
So I can put in in
Start her up
We gotta get out of here

I’m trying to make some sense of this
But I don’t know how
Trying to make things right this time
But I can’t be bothered now
Don’t make me think for myself
I won’t know what to do

I’m a Jersey Boy
And I’m on my own
I won’t try to change
This is all I know

They say there’s lead in the ground, but I don’t think it’s true
But I got a glass of tap water I can’t see through
Can’t find a name for this twisted pleasure/pain
Cause you see, I left that trailer park in flames
Gotta leave Jersey, boy



Chris Scanlon
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Papa came home one fine day
Papa got bored so he went away
So Mama went out to the Daddy Mall
Looking for a blond sucker six feet tall
But in the bargain bin is where she done seen him
Face was all jagged like he’s from a museum
“I’ll cook for you if you make the pay
I’ll keep Sonny Boy out of the way
For Fish Daddy”

Working that ocean day and night
Wants his TV on, his food cooked right
Sonny Boy hid in the family tree
Fish Daddy got to thinking “that’s alright with me”
Mama say “Don’t you go and make no show
Don’t do a goddamn thing to make Fish Daddy go
I need that man and we need his pay
So you best stay out of the way
For Fish Daddy”

He sat Mama down cause he’d had it with the kid
“He sings and dances and plays
You’re boy’s coming up strange
Don’t wanna work the sea, he’s lazy and lame
I don’t like his friends or their stupid names
He just dreams, just sits and dreams
Who’s got time for dreams?”
Not Fish Daddy

Boy grew up to be a man
He’s living his dream whenever he can
But the voice of Fish Daddy is stuck inside of his head
Saying “Should be out cleaning my nets instead”
Boy got tired of that talk talk talk
He said “Find a short pier and take a walka walk walk
You don’t give a damn about what’s inside of me
So you best get back to sea
Fish Daddy”

Chris Scanlon
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Chris Scanlon
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Where were you when I was hurtin’
Where were you when the chips were down
Where were you when I was changing
When I needed a friend you didn’t make a sound
But when it comes to dishin’ dirt
You just couldn’t wait to bring me down
You just bla bla bla with that mic in your face
Acting like you know me when you ain’t been around

You say “Did that boy ever finish college?
You gotta be a joke if you can’t do that”
Maybe you’re right: I should be more like you
An educated theater jerk who could never act

You say “Boy, get a real woman”
As if you’d seen one you’d know what to do
Cause if you did they’d kick you in your  bi-polar ass
You’ll be clutchin’ for the paxil
When they’re through with you

You say “Chak, you’re so damn vain”
Funny that’s a word that makes me think of you
At least my mama taught me how to be nice
When the fuck did I ever hear a nice thing
From you

Stupid people = stupid minds
You gotta hear it all the time
Hold a grudge and don’t budge

Hey hey, my name is Chaka
I got a thin skin and a shaky past
You ain’t my friend, don’t act like you know me
Cause all I am to you is a hairy ass

Hey hey, my name is Chaka
Damn you made me mad
And you hurt me, too
But now I’m shedding skin and I’m moving on
Better down the road without
Dead weight like you

Cause when were you when I was hurting
Where were you when the chips were down
Where were you when I was changing
When I needed a friend you didn’t make a sound
But when it comes to slinging shit
You just couldn’t wait to bring me down
Knowing you I shouldn’t be surprised
Acting like you know when you ain’t been around

My name is Chaka

Copyright 2007 Chris Scanlon

Chris Scanlon
09/13/2008
Chris Scanlon
Chris Scanlon
09/13/2008
Chris Scanlon