Another Woody Allen Flick
Has got me thinkin’ ‘bout dyin’;
Jesus, of all the movies to pick,
Now dammit, I feel like cryin’.
Religion, mortality, holy cow,
Woody’s monologue a runnin’ riff,
And me well, I’m thinkin’ now,
Ain’t a woody a different kind of stiff?
Sorry, I know I can be crude,
And a deeper thinker I wish I could,
But all this talk of dyin’ dude
Has got me touchin’ so much wood.
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