Song parody of
The Problem Solver
by Bedford Davis
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It feels like you just went to bed
What a dream though next thing you know
the sun is out channel 8's here.
You've aged another leap year.
You're not going you just drove through
It's not a picture it's a cartoon. lots o' these clowns got nothin to do.
It doesn't seem to ring true.
I don't think I'm
the one to solve these problems.
I don't think I'm
the one to solve these problems.
Wait a second - it's not too late
I bet they postpone the whole thing
it's not like you can be replaced
try to keep a straight face.
You gotta take care
of some things at home
you miss days when
you didn't catch my drift
You smiled in
a weird kind of way
It was quite a display.
[Chorus]
It’s the root of,
every complaint, the fear of telling, what’s in your brain
Where is the pedal I can push?
You won’t put up a big fuss.
If I grow up - end up deranged it’s your fault.
Now I have to imagine you kissing my friend.
I don’t need the torment.
It feels like you just went to bed
What a dream though next thing you know
the sun is out channel 8's here.
You've aged another leap year.
You're not going you just drove through
It's not a picture it's a cartoon. lots o' these clowns got nothin to do.
It doesn't seem to ring true.
I don't think I'm
the one to solve these problems.
I don't think I'm
the one to solve these problems.
Wait a second - it's not too late
I bet they postpone the whole thing
it's not like you can be replaced
try to keep a straight face.
You gotta take care
of some things at home
you miss days when
you didn't catch my drift
You smiled in
a weird kind of way
It was quite a display.
[Chorus]
It’s the root of,
every complaint, the fear of telling, what’s in your brain
Where is the pedal I can push?
You won’t put up a big fuss.
If I grow up - end up deranged it’s your fault.
Now I have to imagine you kissing my friend.
I don’t need the torment.
