You've Gotta Be at Least This Dumb

[couchgrouch]

You've Gotta Be at Least This DumbNathan's skull was kinda numb,took his brand new BB gunout shooting by his uncle's shackthought he knew the birds n bees,but up in those hick'ry treesthose weren't nests he was shootin' atwell, it's jacks to openyou must be tall to ride this ridetwo drink minimumyou must be eighteen to get insideyeah, there's certain standardsto everything in lifeand you've gotta be at least this dumbto be shooting BBs at a bee hiveNathan's head stayed pretty hard,he got work as a bank guardhired by the richest man in townbut each day that fool'd flirt,with some broad in a mini-skirtand like a skunk upwind word got aroundwell, it's jacks to openyou must be tall to slide this slidetwo drink minimumyou must be eighteen to get insideyeah, there's certain standardsto everything in lifeand you've gotta be at least this dumbto play nookie with the boss's wifeyou've gotta be at least this dumbyou've gotta be at least this dumbwhen that banker fired Nathan for burning his wifeNathan came back drunk waving a Bowie knife when that rich man said he'd run him outta townhe thought sure Nathan'd lay that Bowie downbut it's jacks to openyou must be tall to ride this ridetwo drink minimumyou must be eighteen to get insideyeah, there's certain standardsto everything in lifeand you've gotta be at least this dumbto think a silver spoon beats a rusty knife(c)2004 Robert George