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The Alarm Clock
Loud and bossy I hate that thing
That foul alarm clock with its brutish ring
I'm looking forward to the day I retire
That’s the day I set a clock on fire
I normally try not to be so mean
But I swear that alarm clock is a philistine.
If it were an animal it would be dead
Because I’d shoot that thing right in its head
By the time that Sunday rolled around
It would be six feet underground
On Sunday morning my week doth hinge
That’s the morning I get sweet revenge
It hollers out and I just laugh
Cuz I’m already up and had my bath
It buzzes and rattles and has a fit
But that doesn’t bother me one bit
Its Sergeant Carter, I’m Gomer Pyle
It screams at me and I just smile
Actually I sing and dance and mock
That loud indignant evil clock
My wife shakes her head and hits the snooze
My daughter wonders if I’m on booze
I’m getting ready for Sunday School
With joy in my heart, I won the duel
To this one verse may all God’s faithful cling
O’Clock where is thy victory, O alarm thy sting
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