Such a Cliché

Kind of a fast paced silly song...

Verse 1:
Well all bets are off, I got an ace up my sleeve
I’m all ears, bare bones, as snug as a bug in a rug
I’m a cash cow by the skin of my teeth
I’ll clean your clock with ants in my pants.
A penny for your thoughts, I’ll make a quick buck
These pigs are flying just like lady luck

Verse 2:
I’ll yank your chain because I was born in a barn
I’ll beat a dead horse and get back in the saddle
I’m gonna hunker down, jump down your throat
Jump the gun, get the knockout blow
I cry over spilled milk, but I wasn’t born yesterday
If the shoe fits, wear it, and the rest is history

Chorus:
Hey hey, what do you say?
Maybe, life has a way
Of throwing gas on the fire, but that’s ok
Cuz this song is such a cliché

Verse 3:
Well welcome to the club when hell freezes over
You snooze you lose the whole enchilada
Have I rattled your cage? Pulled the wool over your eyes?
A fish out of water, you’ve got a long row to hoe
You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn at the drop of a hat
I think we got off on the wrong foot, but nice guys finish last

Verse 4:
Hold your horses, I wasn’t born yesterday
I don’t mean to air dirty laundry, but you lost me
Another nail in the coffin, back from the dead
I reinvented the wheel, now eat some lead
Last but not least, leaving no stone unturned
Play the hand you’re dealt, and remember these words

Chorus:
Hey hey, what do you say?
Maybe, life has a way
Of throwing gas on the fire, but that’s ok
Cuz this song is such a cliché