THE TREEHOUSE by Morty Diamond

Didya wanna
Didya didya wanna
Come up! Say hi!
Hey Hi!
In that ruddy hairy face of mine!
Didya ever meet a flattened nut of a tranny
Well now’s the time!
Youth in my eyes and fever scored on my chest
Now how can you resist!
Up here the temperate climate
Keeping a tranny cool and calm
the tranny in a tree house
Asks you “hey c’c’c’mon”
Swing on by in my direction
I’m wildness and with my
Fingers eternally bent
You’ll wonder
How’d he stay alive
that bastard bugger!
Hum dinger muther fucker!
Trust that if I feel good about
Thirteen surgeries back there
You bet I’ll not flinch
When you’ll speak
Gallows! The Gallows!
Ahh, its all you want from me!
Naw you owe me nothing and
Im heading down Houston street
Sweating farting and mulling
Swing on by, in my direction
Hello Sara and Sarah and Jim
Dr. Whos-it-was – welcome to me home
Here, I’m pouring you a drink
Hey Doc. You’d once said
The girlish figure under a …oooh wait
Yeah, yeah!
Gooooo on!
You once were?
Ah hah! keep pouring!!
I’m so darn confused!
Now listen!
No YOU listen!
I made that bed before.
Guess you’ll just have to make it once more!
Alrighty then!
See, I’m forging through the night
So I don’t have to come down no more
Playing hooky from my mind
Damn this word is Still so unkind