This is a parady of Lonesome River co-wrote by Stephen Jones & Scott Simmons Lonesome Liver I sit here alone, with a plate of cold liver. Mom says I can’t go till I eat it all down. I hear the kids call, out there on the swingset. I sit here alone too grossed out to try. (Chorus) And I won’t get no pie, till I finish this liver. A ate all my greens though I thought I would die The taters were cold so I slipped them to Fido. But she put him outside, so kiss me goodnight There’s hunk buried deep, in the dish for the butter. There hunk buried deep, in the cuff of my pants. There’s a piece I just hid, within the leaf of the table. It will not be found, till they see the trail of ants. (Chorus) I’ve long since retired, my folks dead and buried My kids say the home, is the best place for me. The auction is nigh, and their selling the table The old piece of liver, they never will see. (Chorus) The humans are gone, their planet’s a rock pile Save for one thing, we don’t know what it is? It’s grey and its’ gross on a low desert plains. You can send the lad to bed, but the liver remains.
don't know the tune but that's fabulous! - really, really good. hope we can see/hear you perform it. my wife says that when she was little, at her boarding school in england, she used to hide beets in her leotards ...
