Treasure Island

E.Marie AldrichCreasy

(4/25/61 / Rome New York)

Crazier Than You


Crazier Than You

Happy Birthday to who
Me or you
Marci it’s true
Those jeans were new
And I just knew Tommy
Was Donnie too
Of course I am sorry
That his youngest two
Put the cart before the horse
I am glad he’s going to walk with
His oldest one on her special day
I’ll always be sad
We never held the youngest one
Much more so than a collect call
We never accepted
And always regretted
Happy Birthday to who
Me or you
Marci it’s true
He says he doesn’t like the music downtown
There’s nowhere really to dance around
Like there is in Houston town
He remembers Port AR’tor
Spending an entire buck fifty
To see ZZ
Now that’s history on TOP
Just kicking back drinking a cold beer
Waiting to hear
Hear music
From all three of them
Knowing it all began
Way back when
Now once again


Happy Birthday to who
Me or you
Marci it’s true
Those jeans were new
And I honestly knew “for real”
Tommy was Donnie too
That proves I’m crazier than you
Way back when Donnie’s name was Ben
My other crazy friend
Happy Birthday

Submitted: Friday, June 25, 2010

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