I think it’s a garage sale morning… Which means… I may have little to share here this morning. Startling I know. I’m calling out to the poet muse to zip on in here and git me busy flirting with some snappy little words cause I gotta… just gotta do it.
GARAGE SALE BABY
I’m a garage sale baby I can’t help my self
It’s just a fever that takes me from house to house
People don’t want it I just might
find me a deal that is so very right.
Their calling me like a siren in the wind
Garage sale fever has hit again
I can’t shake it off. I can’t shake it down
All I can do is jump in my car and
head all over town
I feel a quickening of a fever
I want for some junky stuff
It’s a madness I can contend with
junkin’ for some more useless stuff
I’m a garage sale baby I can’t help my self
It’s just a fever that takes me from house to house
People don’t want it I just might
find me a deal that is so very right.
Now don’t get me wrong here
It’s some mighty good stuff
I’m a clever shopper ask my friends
they know I know my stuff
Egads, I gotta get dressed
I might wear what I wore to bed
Oh sure make a judgement on that one
LIke I care when the fever hits my head
I’ll have me a new wardrobe before the day’s out
You’ll be askin’ where I got all that goodness
cause I’m looking so very cool in what coolness I tout
and I’ll tell ya how I sought it out
I’m a garage sale baby I can’t help my self
It’s just a fever that takes me from house to house
People don’t want it I just might
find me a deal that is so very right.
