Hey Bop A Lula

Words and Music by Scott D. Stieber

I drive a pin stripe suit, a wife and two cars
A couple 'a kids playing in my back yard
I don’t mind my work, I work pretty hard
You know I’m no rocket, I’m no shootin' star
I make some money, there you are

Hanging on the rung of a ladder
Where the cats are fat and getting fatter
Don’t pass 'em by, pass the platter
With drinks, hors d'oeuvres, and cocktail chatter
No wonder our thoughts are getting scattered
We do that stuff and say it don’t matter
That Nobody’s singing Hey Bop A Lula now

Who would have thought a few years ago
How time moves so fast and I move so slow
The more you learn, the less you know
The less we have the more we show
And so it goes

There’s lines around my eyes, I’m showing grey
The risk in my life is sitting all day
Health insurance and IRA's
If I diet and exercise, I’ll make it OK
I’ve got summer reservations up in the bay
I work all year long for two weeks away
And nobody’s singing Hey Bop A Lula now

I’ll have a beer with the boys after the game
Walking on crutches down memory lane
Talkin' about old times, how nothin's the same
The older you get the dimmer the flame
burns in your heart, ain’t it a shame
And nobody’s singing Hey Bop A Lula now

I’m goin’ to church, come next Sunday
Gonna get down on my knees
Ask the Lord to shine a light
a little light on me

Now, I’m not asking to live forever
I figure we’re born, we live, and we die
Just show me something that doesn’t disappear
When I close my eyes

Hey bop, Hey Bop a Lula
I’m down on my knees
Hey bop, Hey Bop a Lula
A little light on me

Singing hey bop, Hey Bop a Lula
We’re born, we live, and we die
Show me something that doesn’t disappear
When I close my eyes

Hey bop
Hey bop a lula