Whack-A-Mole

(Tom Barlow)

The carnival game Whack-A-Mole is a good metaphor for how we deal with our shortcomings; every time we deal with one, another pops up. This is especially true of our love life, as the narrator in the song finds out.

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So demure, hard to hear So stay at home, so acting queer, Drag you to the carnival There on the midway lost your fear. Big pink elephant dolls, fat lady in stretch pants. Toss a hoop at a bottle Take a ride on the wheel of chance. Chorus: Whack a mole, whack a mole Smack that fucker in the hole. Swing it like a brick of gold Like you're never growing old. Hucksters pitching freaks of nature a little edgy a little blue. Do you dare walk into the tent? How could you dare get that tattoo? You walk a little different now You swagger and you strut. XXX XXXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX XX XXX XXXX XXXXXX XXX XXXXXX XX XXXXXX XXXX XXXXX XXXXXX XXXX XXX XXXXXXXX XX XXX XXXX XXX XXX XXXXXXXX XXXXX XXXXX XXXX XXX XXX XXXXXX XXX XXXX XX XX XXX XXX XXX XXX XXXXXX XXXX XXXXXXXX XX XXX XXXX X XXXXX XX XXX XXXX XXXXXX X XXXX XXXXXX XXX XXX XXXXX XXXX XXX XXXX X XXXXXX XXX XX XXXX XX XXXX XXXXXXXXX XXXXXX