I found this song at the bottom of a bottle of Southern Comfort while watching 18 inches of snow fall....I can't guarantee that I got all the words right.

Well it's Saturday noon and I sit in the shade and drink from my styrofoam Elvis. I wish I could say it was just lemonade but that would not be quite honest. And nothing is wrong with the grass being long it's just growing the way that God made it. So I'll sit here and count every blade in the lawn then relax, and just contemplate it. 'Cause how many days do you get in a year when there's so much to do but the sun is so near. My mission is righteous my objective is clear to put it all off 'til tomorrow. Now it's Saturday noon and I sit in the shade refilling my styrofoam Elvis. The neighbors look pissed to see me like this but I know, they ae just jealous. 'Cause they're pruning their trees and pulling their weeds They're trimming the grass with a vengeance. While I sit on my swing with a styrofoam King and dream of good days in Memphis. 'Cause how many days do you get in a year when there's so much to do but the sun is so near. My mission is righteous my objective is clear to put it all off 'til tomorrow. Now it's Saturday evening and I'm losing my shade. I've emptied my styrofoam Elvis. And nothing's been done with this beast of a lawn but I can't say that my day's been wasted .....though I am...... But I sat here and watched every cloud going by. Saw one that looked just like Priscilla. She was a pretty little thing, or so says the King so we'll come back to see her tomorrow. and how many days do you get in a year when there's so much to do but the sun is so near. My mission is righteous my objective is clear to put it all off 'til tomorrow.