So-So

So-So - Brooke Waggoner

Written by：Brooke Waggoner

I bought an old home

In del rio

Status quo stucco

Looked like the alamo

Neighbor jethro

Brought by his fresco

Lo and behold he showed

Where good neighbors abode

He offered tobacco

To which I vetoed

I said I only smoke

Alone separate and solo

He wanted to know

How I liked del rio

And if the lack of snow

Had made it all perfecto

And I replied

Why here

It's so so

But it is

No no colorado

I miss my home

And the cocoa

I wanna go home

I wanna go home

I wanna go home

He helped me unload

My piano

And then I played him

A favorite concerto

He yelled profundo

While I played allegro

And then he tip tap toed

Through my accelerandos

Gave him a banjo

And said strum what you know

Then I pretended I was dinos

My old maestro

He kept in tempo

And I said bravo

He picked the dearest notes

That gave me thoughts of

Sweet hope

Why here

It's so so

But it is

No no colorado

I miss my home

And the cocoa

I wanna go home

I wanna go home

I wanna go home

After the song show

I offered jam and toast

He said he'd forego

And he left to tend his

Young goats

So I unpacked soap

Found my bathrobe

And decided it'd be nice

To sit and soak

On the backbone

Of the commode

I placed a family photo

Then let out a sad moan

Then a new groan

Of hunger followed

And I bought two tacos

And an h20 to go

There is no place

No no place quite like

Your home

No no place quite like

Your home

Why here

It's so so

But it is

No no colorado

I miss my home

And the cocoa

I wanna go home