My life is my own
Not sad from good byes
Just time to move on
No more heartache
Or lower back pain
From the never ending stocking
Of the coolers again
Jesus was a good man
He had more patients than me
My cheek was slapped twice
No way I'll let it be three
I work to hard on volunteer time
Fun always was a tool
When it starts to become a stress crime
I revert to the golden rule
No fun time to run
T'weren't no job with pay
When it becomes a blight on teaching right
It's time to call it a day
