It's my fault. I goofed. That's the name of that tune.
"At the airport at nine" said my text.
I forgot to say PM, you came before noon.
I agree you've a right to be vexed.
So I'm sorry that happened, I'll pay for your trip.
Though like you I have cause to feel sore.
When you drive through my garden here's one little tip:
Your phone number's on the car door.
And those things that you posted one night on the net?
I complained but they weren't taken down.
Cruel to kittens? I love them! But folks are upset,
And your story spread all over town.
No, I wouldn't complain if you came to help clean
Off those eggs someone threw at my door.
Or paint over graffiti they wrote. It's obscene.
But why bother? They'll only paint more.
And it's your fault, the fight that I had with my wife
When she said she likes cats more than me.
Now she's off at her mother's rethinking her life.
I'm not sure what the outcome will be.
On the street there's a mob armed with pitchforks and torches
Converging in front of my gate.
And I'm starting to think out the back through my porch is
My best route as I flee the state.