Impotent

Impotent

By Andy Allchurch.

 

I’m sittin at the bar, havin a nice cool beer

When I should be back at home, with my wife that’s clear

I’ve left her all alone, that’s a cryin shame

I know its not her fault, that I can’t raise my game

 

 

I know things aint been easy for a while

I find it hard to sit at home and raise a smile

That’s not the only thing I can’t raise

I’ve been worryin about the state I’m in for a couple of days

 

 

I feel so feeble, not stong and inaffective

I can’t lift the lid, as one is expected

I used to enjoy life, it was a blast

Now I feel I’m cookin without the gas

 

 

My wife she aint bothered about getting her share

But it bothers me, cause I really am one to care

Now I’m wonderin,if someone has taken my place

If I don’t get some treatment, I’ll end up a basket case

 

 

Think I need some pills to make me stand errect

I want to please my woman, and get some self respect

I hope I can get some, so I feel good

I won’t have to walk around, and keep it under the hood

 

 

I feel unable, broken down and unequipped

Can’t lift the branch, it feels its been clipped

I should enjoy life, so you would think

All I got is a, long stiff drink

 

 

I went down to the surgery to see my G.P.

I said listen doc, I need lovin pills not just therapy

He gave me a prescription, I was floatin on air

I want home to my woman, but my woman aint there

 

 

My mind went so crazy, thinking where could she be

I wasn’t goin to take one pill, I was gonna take three

Now I’m frustrated, nothing more I can do

I turned to the bottle, have myself a drink, maybe a few

 

 

I feel no hard feelings, ineffective and soft

I can’t lift the latch, the handle has come off

I once used all the strength I could muster

All I got is a long feather duster

 

 

The time has come, I need to blow my fuse

My woman she aint back yet, so I’m still takin the booze

That aint helping non, its makin me feel queer

Need to have her back here, so I can get in gear

 

 

 

Now here she is, she’s just walked through the door

Oh man, this is just what I’ve been hopin and prayin for

Pills are working, the old man is on the rise

This is what I’m talkin about, bringing water to her eyes

 

 

Yeah…yeah, bringing water to her eyes

 

 

Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013