The front is red
the back black and blue.
I tore my calf muscle
there's nothing I can do.
So I sit on my butt
and twittle my thumbs.
What was I thinking
I feel so dumb.
I should have got help
I just should have asked.
I know better than
to perform such a task.
Now I look at my tractors
sitting all alone.
And I sit here in the house
like a big unearthed stone.
Come Troy, restore us
please make us shine.
I would if I could
get off my behind.
But the Doctor said no
I must take time to rest.
My wife said to listen
cause the Doctor knows best.
So I'll do what I can
and rest like I should.
But I'd rather be out there
if only I could.
Stripping, priming,
just sitting on seats.
How will I make it
for six to eight weeks.
It's driving me nuts
I'm going insane.
My wife is tired of
hearing me complain.
Just go, just go
maybe then you'll be happy.
Instead of sitting in here
all miserable and sappy.
Could it be true?
Did I just hear her right?
I can go, I can go
I'm filled with delight.
So I reach my garage
with energy and joy.
But the garage is so full
that I can't reach my toys.
Man what a shame
my balloon just deflated.
I guess she was right
I just should have waited.
So, for another day
I'll wait until we meet.
Me and my tractor
and that real comfy seat.
The leg will heal
and it will get strong.
But until that day comes
it's me and GTtalk.com.