Walking down the hallway
Staring at my feet
Not by choice, mind you.
My hand on my back,
I got the Backache Blues.
I lay on the couch
Unable to move.
Call into work,
Grab the remote,
And kick back.
Going nowhere today,
Got those Backache Blues.
I fall into a pattern,
Moan through T.V.,
Sleep through the news.
Potato chip crumbs on my chest,
Soda pop at my side.
Then the real problem.
My wife walks in yelling,
"Get up! You're fine!"
"Y-yes, dear" I stumble.
No hooky today.
What can I say?
The Backache Blues
Never work.