A Piece of the Pie

Once you were known on sundays

As the boy that hates the pie

And next the world will trade you in

But maybe that's a lie

Cause: 'I'm the one that made you

And baby I'm not crying

I'm even laughing - it's o.k.'

Somebody has mailed the world

Let me show you the reply

'Take away the plummers

And the holidays on ice

Share the change of bones

Be kind to all my stones

You'll know what I have always known:

That travel lets you go

Where?

On sunday life is left to us

I know the rain should make it worse

But then I find  I'm still the boy

To whom my mom said: 'Be sure to enjoy

Your piece of the pie'