april fool's day morn
Singer:loudon wainwright iii
at twelve midnight i called my mom
we two are close sometimes i think
because i was breech-born
the doctor reached inside of her
he turned me 'round and pulled me out
i emerged her bloody babe
his slap produced my shout
at twelve midnight i telephoned
i told mom i'd be home late
i went back to the party then
i got drunk with all the boys
our florid faces shown so bright
we had insulted many folk
some girls and some hangers-on
we headed for my canyon home
to make our fool's day stand
tempers flared and tears were shed
tequila ripped and on a tear
i tried to take a woman down
right there on the bathroom floor
bitch!" and "whore!" i threatened one poor hanger-on