Untitled Song

I have finished writing the first draft of ZZ's birthday song. Maybe you'll like it. Remember, this is a first draft and you likely don't know the melodies, the inside jokes, or anything, but bare with it!

The Leroy's daily special is Lasagna, that's a must
We must rip out all the guest reciepts from the tickets they write for us,
And in the face of every regular strapped firmly to their chair
we must stare, we must stare, we must stare

we must quit on our employers and leave this northern state
set out on the highway to the lower forty-eight
and on the way we'll camp beside a field of shining gold
we'll be cold, we'll be cold, we'll be cold

My friend Sara has a place
Where Liz and I could stay
Jim says, "It might be a big mistake
To live in Iowa,
If we turn our backs on AlAskA."

So we head home on the ALCAN driving harder than before,
We must clean off all the bird guts from the headlights to the door,
And on that Yukon road of destiny where nocturnal elk will hide,
We will brake, we will gasp, and collide.

We will hang our hats at Leroy's where the dregs and cabbies meet,
We will stare out of the windshield and always love the street,
And in the diners of tomorrow with our puzzles and our pens,
We'll have friends, we'll have friends, we'll have friends

Now my ZZ's feelin' fine,
My out look brightens up,
Things get better all the time,
I'm happy just because
The pressure has reduced our fears to dust.