February 21, 1993
Well, Robineers this ain’t no song;
Ol’ Oj has a hitch in his ‘git-along’;
The doctors say, "This thing must go,’
And the last two months shore show they know!
So when my birthday rolls around
I'll be up at Olathe town,
Hangin’ ‘roun’ the Medical center
Like l’d sat on a great big splinter.
The ol’ left hip has a grindy joint,
An’ I can’t git the grease gun to that point,
So a ball and socket is ordered in;
Now ain’t that music a "heck of a frien’”!
Well, if o1’ Oj strays with the fence-breakin' cattle,
An' there ain’t no cowboy willin' t’ tattle,
Jist tell the neighbor my wife wants to barter
Fer one ol’ baldie with a marked hind quarter!
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