I got a friend in Cape Cod
who by the grace of God
has every thing a man
could possibly want
A commission in the Navy
a degree from the Ivory
Now he’s sitting back
And feeling free

Out in the stormy Nantucket
some one called for a bucket
but he said go chuck it
And luck it was
For the sea plugs were forgotten
And soon the water got in
Thanks to a passing frigate
The damage was nuttin’

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by John H Thomas Jr

Years came and went
on a life quickly spent
on youth that very soon
had to grow old
Muscles that once were strong
now seemed to belong
to some geriatrics’ body

Gone all wrong

He can’t sit up; he can’t lay down
He can’t bend over without a frown
this whole damn mess has got him down
and the only thing his doctor says is this:
I’m sorry my boy, there’s nothing I can do
You just have to suffer with those old hernia blues

Oh, hernia blues, that hernia blues
Blues, reds, and greens
since my operation, I’ve diverted my direction,
and comfort is a looser pair of jeans