To Much Of The Grape by Thomas Young

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4:27

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To Much Of The Grape When you start to take on,to much of that grape, Later in life,you lose your shape, As you roll along,it gets harder to escape, The wrinkles take over,and you look like an ape, And just like a grape,you used to be smooth, Much like a baby,just starting to toothe, And now those wrinkles,are starting to move, And you can't be any more,in the groove, Chorus Now they're calling you,one of the raison boys, And you might find,that kind of annoys , Even tho you come from Illinois, And you feel like,making some noise, Bridge So get your crap together,or you might find, Your starting to look like,a bacon rind, And its going to take you longer,to rewind, And your going to find yourself,falling behind, You'll find you can't keep up,with the rest of the crowd, And that's not going to make you,feel to proud, You got yourself in this mess,even tho you vowed, And now its like ,your living in a cloud, Chorus Bridge You got shriveled up,before your time, And you found yourself,living in some kind of slime, Half the time you couldn't talk,you were like a mime, You wasted your life,and missed your prime, I guess its to late for you,to turn back now, And if you wanted to,you wouldn't know how, When you get to the pearly gates,you better bow, And even St Peter,might not for you allow, Chorus