I Just Need A Better Outcome

If I were more sensitive and had some tact,

If I had more sense, most of which I've lacked,

If I would just think instead of react,

I know I would enjoy a better outcome.

If I'd just control the ways that I act,

If I'd settle back and not come off half-cracked,

If I'd just trust Jesus like it says in the tract,

I'm sure I'd enjoy a better outcome.

If it's true, what I've heard, if it's really a fact,

It's possible that I've been under contract.

It's amazing that I have had such an impact.

I sure wish I could enjoy a better outcome.

If the ways I've offended were listed and tracked,

I'm sure it's incredible! (I'm sure I'd get smacked.)

I've got to reform this! I've got to have tact!

And I know I would enjoy a better outcome.

There's A Family in Residence Inside Your Nose

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

When you ask where they came from, nobody knows.

But the word is that each of them smells like a rose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

The family looks funny, and often cause woes.

They are also quite active and run like a hose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

The father's a big guy with hair on his toes.

The mother keeps tabs on green money that flows.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

The son chews green bubble gum wherever he goes.

The daughter wears shoe strings with color that glows.

It's the family in residence inside your nose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

There's a grandpa whose ear lobes are knotted and froze.

It's quite likely the grandma is froze in a pose

In the family in residence inside your nose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

Their place is quite mossy, so the son often mows.

He sometimes disappears and is found in a dose

By the family in residence inside your nose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

The size of their dwelling is nothing they've chose.

If a high wind comes along they'll be gone, I suppose.

Say good-bye to the family that was inside your nose.