Snoopies

In a hundred years from now

We will not recognize this place

The dollar store is filled with love

The parking lot is full of grace

Now the judges put their Snoopys on

With glorious and true restraint

A child is gonna rule them all

Said the prophets of the human race

Hey y'all, can you picture yourselves

Hey y'all, in the physical sense

Hey y'all, as subcutaneous thing

Hey y'all, like your mother and father

Pan Am trips, circle seventy-six the bits

Papa hit the Delta, picked off the JFK

I judge nothing, let 'em know AFK

I'm off the front porch and the front screen

Two shocks on my back, the wides look mean

They told me "Slow down, baby," but I'm a lummox

The 8-ball said, "Dave, you in the wrong lot"

Move like sloth, cut cloth with new scissors

You think you're too big, I call Nell Carter

Somebody give me a break, the clutch tore up

You put both hands up, I put four up

Can't teach a fast dog how to stand still

Mano y mano, it's the hand-to-hand skill

Somebody give me a break, the clutch went out

Tag, slap hands, I'm 'bout to man out

Can't teach 'em at the morgue how to stand still

See y'all tomorrow for the man-to-man

Now that was all so long ago

See the babies, they are running wild

If you get too close, they run away

So tonight we better stay inside

So whenever things don't go my way

I simply put my Snoopys on

I'll share them with you, I don't mind

Let me be your microphone

Hey y'all, can you picture yourselves

Hey y'all, in the physical sense

Hey y'all, as subcutaneous thing

Hey y'all, like your mother and father

Will I ever get tired of this?

Will I ever get turned around?

Will I ever get over you?

Give me a break now, the clutch went out

Will I ever go back again?

Will I ever get used to me?