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Yo-Yo

This kind of life is getting old - it’s either running hot or cold
It’s never so-so
I’m either cheering or I’m groaning, living like a rolling stone
And moss just don’t grow

I meet a girl, we’re flying high - then she'll kiss my ass good-bye
And send me solo, so low
One day we’re talking kids, then the next we’re on the skids
And it’s a no-go

Some days I think I’m finally gonna reach the top at last
But then I look around and see the bottom's coming fast
And then it hits me - I’m like - uh-oh...
I must be living on a yo-yo

I’m on a yo-yo

Up, down, on the line – every day I got
No time to go slow
If you see me flying by, you can wave and catch my eye
And I’ll say yo, bro
But I’ll keep riding on the yo-yo

I'm on a yo-yo

“Rock the Baby,” “Walk the Dog” – I’m living in a fog
Without a row to hoe
Do “The Creeper,” “Break Away” I keep trying one more day
To get some mojo… mojo…
On my yo-yo

I'm on a yo-yo

I try to catch some z’s, but it like I never got ‘em
My only break is when I do “The Sleeper” on the bottom
But even then I keep a’ spin, spin, spinning on the yo-yo

I'm on a yo-yo

Just when I’m gonna be connected, I get jerked and redirected
What a low blow
“Round the World,” “Shoot the Moon” – hope this ride is over soon
But I just don’t know
So I keep riding on the yo-yo

I'm on a yo-yo

Perhaps this situation ain’t so lousy after all
Just think how life would be if I were on a paddleball
(Thunk, thunk, thunk) Ew! Whoa!
I guess I’m glad I’m on a yo-yo

I’m on a yo-yo

- 1999 Ross D. Martin, MD, MHA

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