The Skeezix Dilemma Lyrics
Silly childhood game - Uncle WiggilyI cower in abject horrorApproaching space number 109Home of the gaunt and haggard shell of the SkeezixThe emaciated figureHarboring the greed of a thousandInvading, thriving, ascaris whittles awayThe self confidence of young mindsCasting doubt that they willEver reach the finishTo see for themselvesThe segacious Uncle WiggilyHis mission now is completeThe arboreal king of misery and woeSkeezix reposes high on a knotty forest cragAnd the child still tries his best toStay in the gameBut with insufficient, no volitionPlotted course of demolitionGoes through all the motionsMusing caveat emptor andA predetermined failureHe draws a card and all his fears come trueAdvance to 109That's what you have to doWhen Mr. Skeezix becomes Mr. JonesOr you, or meJust think of what it does to wreckA child of two or threeThey know and feel much more thanWe will give them credit forAnd all they want in life from youIs love and nothing moreWhen painful eyes begin to cringeWhen you walk through the doorRemember children are a gift of loveSent from the Lord
Tourniquet The Skeezix Dilemma
