He Threw Me

Come on in
 Urgh
 Something he said has gone and jinxed me
 When did he go and grow a spin?
 Leave it to him to leave me speechless
 I don't know how, but he threw me
 Me of Rosché and funk and Wagner's
 Him of the wind up and the pitch
 Son of a bitch, he got right to me
 Scooped my right up in his glove, and he threw me right into this writer's block
 My ship is coming in, and this guy burns the dock
 He's got a nerve to contradict me
 Doesn't he know he's just a face?
 Still, it's a face that's fairly handsome
 Whatever he's got they ought to can some
 'Cause it is holding my brain ransom
 I don't know how he threw me
 Who is he to call me right?
 And who the hell is he to possibly be right?
 Maybe it should be sweet and hopeful
 Trouble is that's not what I know
 I'm at my best when dough is sorest
 I'm more a butcher than a florist
 Gave it a go and killed a forest
 What'll I do? He threw me
 Oh, but you'd like him dad, a big, sweet feel-good fool
 And he'd like you too, Dr. Robert Mitchell and his golden rule
 If only you were here tonight, you'd know exactly what to write
 Dad's journal
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 Page after page of sweet and hopeful
 God, he could really turn a phrase
 Look at this treasure map you drew me
 This guarantees that they won't boo me
 And after all, I doubt you'll sue me
 Thank you up there
 Were you aware?
 He threw me