There he was on the couch
and he wouldn't move
And I enticed him with food
and he wouldn't move.
I enticed him with flowers
and a kiss on the cheek
and he wouldn't move.
I yelled, screamed and hollered,
ranted and raved, and complain.
He still wouldn't move.
Knock ! Knock ! Knock !
It was his friend, John, at the door.
I looked back at the couch
and he wasn't there.
I looked around again
and there he was
going, going, gone
with his buddy, John.