Yo-Yo
This kind of life is getting old - its either running hot or cold
Its never so-so
Im either cheering or Im groaning, living like a rolling stone
And moss just dont grow
I meet a girl, were flying high - then she'll kiss my ass good-bye
And send me solo, so low
One day were talking kids, then the next were on the skids
And its a no-go
Some days I think Im finally gonna reach the top at last
But then I look around and see the bottom's coming fast
And then it hits me - Im like - uh-oh...
I must be living on a yo-yo
Im 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 Ill say yo, bro
But Ill keep riding on the yo-yo
I'm on a yo-yo
Rock the Baby, Walk the Dog Im 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 zs, 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 Im 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 dont know
So I keep riding on the yo-yo
I'm on a yo-yo
Perhaps this situation aint so lousy after all
Just think how life would be if I were on a paddleball
(Thunk, thunk, thunk) Ew! Whoa!
I guess Im glad Im on a yo-yo
Im on a yo-yo
- © 1999 Ross D. Martin, MD, MHA