The Secret Life Of Morgan Davis Lyrics - Ben Folds

Uh, okay, we're going to do a new song then 

It's about a man named, uh 

Morgan Davis, Morgan 

Morgan left the house to get some Cream of Wheat 

And came back with a little bit more 

All right, this features Joe DeLorenza 

His wife is tired, she wants to sleep 

But all that Morgan Davis wants is Cream of Wheat 

He waits and when she turns out the lights 

He tip-toes through the darkness 

As he slips to the night 

This boring life and he leads of buying and selling stocks 

Makes him feel he's growing old and tired 

There's no joy or strife just by passing time 

In this boring life 

He wants the lights, the Jaz, a piece of ass 

A toothless bitch to blow him for a vile of crack 

He cooks his junk in some Gatorade 

And scores a bag of chronic on the East MLK 

The secret life and he leads it 

By selling drugs keeps him up at night 

He's selling hash, screwing trailer trash 

Hey, he's making cash, it's a whoring life 

My friends are all salesman, my wife is a slut 

There must be something bigger I can stick in my butt 

The IRS is auditing, my life is in a rut 

And so he's fired his heat, he's blown his blow 

It's coming up on sunrise and it's time to go 

He smells like barf, his hair's a mess 

He wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat, hairy, chest 

He stumbles home from a 'Lesie' show 

He will be at work in an hour or so 

He crawls in bed with his sleeping wife 

Just a night to break up his boring life