Mr. Missus F**kface

To Whom It May Concern,

Yeah, I'd do it.  If it were strictly up to me, I'd totally do it in a heartbeat.  Absolutely.  Without hesitation.   The problem is, that's not how my deal works.  If quitting booze and drugs screws up your plans or your deal, I'm sorry.  I decided some years ago that I wanted to do better on that, so I did.  

If you and yours can work it so any other parties chime in and get involved, well, more power to you, because I've broken new ground with this sobriety kick, and I don't know how the old ways would apply now.  I'm just not going to try to sweat that part of it myself, because there's not much I can do about it from my end.

Oh well, until that day does or does not come, here's a little number I wrote before I went to bed last night.  It's my first song of the New Year.  Enjoy!

Mr. Missus Fuckface
B∇∆ B∇
D, G, A, D and G, C, A , D
“D,” The People’s Key!

D
Mr. Missus Fuckface
           G
On a plane to New York City
               A
She’ll ring in the New Year with you
                    D 
Not with me I’m over fitty.

D
Mr. Missus Fuckface
             G
Got a Rolex and a hat
        A
Me I’m just an old stooge
                        D 
On whom Fuckface tried to shat.


G
Mr. Missus Fuckface
                 C 
Oh you wear her last name
                  A
Do they have contempt where you’re from
                  D 
For the crippled and the lame?

G
‘cuz me I’m just a madman
               C
I don’t bear the Fuckface name
                     A
No I don’t share a bed with her
            D
But I beat her at her game.


D
Mr. Missus Fuckface
              G
Oh her righteous boyfriend
              A
She’ll never shit on you, ha!
                       D
You’re her righteous boyfriend.

D
Mr. Missus Fuckface
                   G
Hope you have a bag of tricks
                       A
She might throw you at the wall
                  D
To see if any of you sticks.



G
Mr. Missus Fuckface
                   C
Yeah you got it I’m a clown
                   A
It took a funnyman like me
                 D 
To beat her at her down.

G
She came with both guns blazin’
           C
And I fucked her out of town
           A
No I mean it as a metaphor
                    D
Yeah I fucked her out of town.



D
Mr. Missus Fuckface
                    G
Yeah she kept me on my toes
                            A
You know the ancients judged a man 
                D
By the power of his foes.

D
Mr. Missus Fuckface
                      G
What does that say about me?
                            A
Did mean old Lady Fuckface
                 D
Make a martyr out of me?


Richy Vegas   1/21/2018