Over a boney prominence

Bored sore and without kid
May take a nap to replenish what I’ve spent
More so than from before
Seems that lately I’ve been fightin for the floor
Tin can and all that fits
Made it across the aberrant snowpocolypse
Ugette rusted and froze I wiggled my toes

Just when you’d start to float
Another blip smacks you hard across the throat
Doc can you help with this
All twisted up in an effort to play with
Seems like I’m not aligned
Yeah that may be why I can’t sleep at night
Rich, broke but with my sense
Over a boney prominence

Let’s see what happens next
Much more excitement is in store for us I guess
Three years ago that day
We had decided to give that boy a name
Ma petite Québécoise Love first and the rest will follow us
Rich, broke but with my sense
Over a boney prominence