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    The A.D.D. Blues

    By jollyroger on Tue, 11/26/2013 - 6:38pm |
    The A.D.D. Blues
    (In the manner of Dave Van Ronk)


    My attention is disordered

    You know, the deficit is deep

    Won't you please take me to Tijuana

    Where amphetamines are cheap





    I got those A-Dee-Dee blues

    A.D.D's got me in it's grip

    If the disease don't make you stumble

    The medicine....will make you trip

    (gonna put you on a trip now... sure 'nuff make you trip)



    My momma was a crankster gangster

    I'm a crankster gangster too

    Well she turned me on to Eskatrol

    Back in 1962

    She said to me "Sonny,

    When you gotta stay up late and study hard

    Try these tiny colored time pills

    Oh, and, by the way, they will help you fight the lard...
     
    Did I mention, no more lard?"
     
     
     

    Now Adderall's in shortage, 

     

    DEA says "go suck eggs"

     

    So they switched me to Desoxyn

     

    but it just ain't got the legs

     

    5 hours is the half-life;

     

    when you wake you're close to clean

     

    Just a scrap left in your system, man you wake up feeling mean.

     

     

     

    Hit that snooze for me will you--

     

    one hour more, that's all I need

     

    Morning goes a little better when y'still can feel the speed.