Little Blue Ball

(revised spring 2025)

People wearing turbans, some in ten gallon hats,
Some called Slim and some called Fats,
It’s a wonder, boys, anything ever gets done.
Everybody’s talking about shit on a stick,
Some say stone and some say brick,
On this little blue ball, rolling ‘round the sun.

Everybody’s searching, yes, and everyone begs,
Can’t afford coffee, milk, or bacon and eggs.
Everybody’s out there sharpening axes,
In the lost mountains of tariffs and taxes.

Adam said to Noah, “Better build us a boat.”
Noah said back, “Man, let’s take us a vote.
I did that once and it wasn’t much fun.”
Adam said to Noah, “But the levee’s gonna break.
And the wife is taking lessons from a poisonous snake.”
On this little blue ball, rolling ‘round the sun.

Everybody’s asking who’s responsible here
Only thing I tell ‘em is there’s nothing to fear
Just find yourself a horn, rear back and blow it.
It’ll all be over before you know it.

Jeremiah said to Jonah could he lend him his phone.
Jonah said, “I’m busy selling all that I own
To a businessman called Leviathan.”
Everybody’s hungry, even Peter and Paul
I’d pass the loaves and fishes, but a goon ate it all.
On this little blue ball, rolling ‘round the sun.

Everybody says they got a reason to pray,
They think they see the answers in the salt and the spray.
I heard a passing rumor, Jesus ran out of luck.
He went out for a drive and he wrecked his Cybertruck.

David and Goliath were the best of friends,
They fought the war together, and they died in the end,
And no one could say which side had won.
Joshua blew the saxophone in Jericho
In the house band at a burlesque show,
On this little blue ball, rolling ‘round the sun.

Everybody’s asking, what’s behind all this.
Don’t know what to tell ‘em, so I blow ‘em a kiss.
Just keep yourself busy, devote yourself to labor,
Plant lots of flowers, be kind to your neighbor.

Copyright © 2011 by Michael Kim Roos