Chris Morris - Fair to Middlin' Lyrics

Swingin' in his chair
In his long underwear
Copasetic
With Bonanza on

Bowls 274
And the ladies just love him more
Fair to middlin'
How sweet it is

Back porch cribbage game
You can hear Betty call him names
And Ian Tyson
In the 8 track deck

He's an artist, nothing less
Now the nude has to wear a dress
Not his choice
Gotta please the wife

He could paint and whittle
And sing and whistle
And laugh and giggle
And chase and tickle
And wander and ramble
And drink and gamble
And sleep and snore
And talk about the war

Wander down the hall
Western movies on the wall
Come back as a chicken
On the final frontier

He's from outer space I think
Let's sit down and have a drink
Two fingers brandy
Two fingers more

He could paint and whittle
And sing and whistle
And laugh and giggle
And chase and tickle
And wander and ramble
And drink and gamble
And sleep and snore
And write poems about the war