Dru’s Falling in a Farmer’s Pastureland

Cow bells ring, are you listening,
Like a plane, her wings are glistening.
A beautiful sight,
Pibby’s happy tonight.
Dru’s falling in a farmer’s pastureland.

Gone away is the goat herd,
Here to stay is the cow herd
Geoff sings a love song,
As they float along,
Dru’s falling in a farmer’s pastureland.

In the meadow we can see a cowpie,
It is smelly, steamy, wet and brown

He’ll say: Will we hit it?
She’ll say: Not yet,
But you two are heavy and
we’re still falling down.

Addicted to Pib:

The lights are on, but you’re not home
this computer, is not your own
your hand sweats, your finger shakes
another comment is what it takes

You can’t think, you can’t sleep
there’s no couch, you’re in deep
your throat is tight, you can’t breathe
another comment is all you need

Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, oh Yeah
it’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough,
you know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to Pib.

you see the posts, but you can’t read
you’re ISP’s at a different speed
your heart beats in double time
another comment and you’ll be mine, a one-thread mind

you can’t be saved, MARCO
a response is all you crave
if there’s some left for you, POLO
you don’t mind if you do

Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, oh Yeah
it’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough,
you know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to Pib