I’ve got other fish to fry,
So don’t you dare cry
If I put you on the back burner.
Sometimes I get in a jam,
But don’t think I don’t give a damn
If you’re still simmering on the back burner.
Time flies like fresh bread of the dead,
I’m sorry where things have gone instead
While you boil to evaporation on the back burner.
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