Helen Whoever The Hell You Are

I guess your name is Helen
You're my facebook friend
We must have friended each other
But I can't remember when,

but I've sent you Birthday wishes
With no effort on my part
Basically I'm just a lazy bones
But I really really do have a heart


No one in any picture looks familiar
there's kids in your photos, are they yours

But I don't think I see a husband
Is there anyone who opens your doors

But you're smiling, Helen, you're smiling
your not pouting your lips or something
It seems like you're keepin' on keepin' on
I wonder if you also have an Uncle John?


I don't know you or remember you or want to talk to you
but for some reason, that i can't explain, I want to say
god damn, good for you
god damn, good for you Helen
god damn, good for you
god damn, good for you Helen whoever the hell you are


I guess we went to the same high school
But, Jesus, that was a long time ago
You have some bowling photos
Looks like you party, I don't know

I couldn't pick you out of line up

They way you look now

If I was mean to you back then
I've had humble pie and had to chow it down

Everything in your photos has that regular feel
You know, lots of yards but no fancy shrubs
Lots of reunions and sittin on the couch
You go to a lot of parks, but not any night clubs


But you're smiling, Helen, you're smiling
your not pouting your lips or something
It seems like you're keepin' on keepin' on
I wonder if you also have an Uncle John?


I don't know you or remember you or want to talk to you
but for some reason, that i can't explain, I want to say
god damn, good for you
god damn, good for you Helen
god damn, good for you
god damn, good for you Helen whoever the hell you are



BRIDGE

You're a little heavy, You don't look rich
you aren't that pretty, you ain't ethnic
But your photos up aren't they
People are gonna judge anyway

People still talk about what they're
going to be when they grow up
but none of us seem to really care
So maybe they should shut up
[END BRIDGE]

Life ain't no ala cart affair


No matter what the counselor told you
It's more like a school cafeteria
You don't get to pick and choose from a menu

A whole bunch of stuff that just keeps on coming

like turbo dominoes pushed by galactic fingers
And we're just sittin there like WTF
You mean we all don't get to be singers?

Helen, I guess you figured that out
There's photos of you marching in some parade
Is that cross-eyed lady your grandma?
Who's that old guy chugging Mike's Hard Lemonade?

I ain't gonna really say this to you
I could have the whole thing wrong
I can see what might be things that suck in your life
But you do seem to be keepin' on keepin' on


I don't know you or remember you or want to talk to you
but for some reason, that i can't explain, I want to say
god damn, good for you
god damn, good for you Helen
god damn, good for you
god damn, good for you Helen whoever the hell you are