I’d like to rent a storage spot
As far as room, don’t need a lot
See, I’m a slow old going cuss
Here thinking I have worked enough
So now, I seek a place to stay
Before my sons lock me away.
If stored I’d guess I’d still exist
At least I’m kinda – sure of this
So, if they drop this old, old man
I’m sure they’re pay as best they can
And pledge to you to not forget
To feed and water me, I’d bet.
So if you’d rent for a place
I’ll then forget this human race
As I’ve had enough of push and shove
And no more trust that word called “love”
Please, then I plead, rent me a shed
Just one garage to make my bed.
But, say someone should lose the key
Make science take what’s left of me.
Please, ask they figure what went wrong
That kept me living to damned long.