As I hibernate... like the bears in
their caves
I ache, to the tip of my head to my knees
The waste baskets full, with wads of kleenix, piled
high
I think... my temp, is one hundred and five
We moved to Florida, to get away from the cold
We were told... that's where all the old people go
We then went to Wal-marts to buy warm clothes
But... had to pay cash, cause I left the credit cards
home
Now Christmas has passed, and the bills piled high
The checks I receive, I have to say... goodbye
I took out the scissors, and cut up those... damn
credit cards
Then I ran outside, and...buried them in the yard
January and February, are the wintery months
So...we’ll just sit here and hibernate, till the
weather is nice
For the next ten months, we’ll save and save
Then... we’ll be right back, where we started from
