Cabin Fever
Daniel McLay
Cabin fever on the loose
Cooped up like chickens with a 10-inch roof
Look who's trying not to be uncouth
Forgot my book of chords, so here are some blues
For me and you
Got the lake drunk, see there's a prow
His waves are washing up a little bit too loud
I am prying and so is a cloud
We wish that we could say we're sad and proud
But that isn't allowed
Pleased to meet you
I've spent my youth
Sitting patiently in a John Wilkes Booth
But I'm not done yet, I still got one baby tooth
Is this theater, I can't afford to tell the truth
That my gun's pointing at you