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Trouble On The Door Step (Medicine Shop 2003)

(Markus Miller)
Markus Miller
People ask me all the time if this is a true story. Actual events, no...but I have been locked out before!! So one morning, imagination took over and I took events virtual and imaginary and came up with this little story. Hope you enjoy it!!
Trouble On The Door Step

Well, I really stepped in it Sunday morning.
I was fetching my paper from the lawn.
That’s when I heard the door slam.
And in a flash my peace of mind was gone.

The wind is howling the rain keeps falling.
The people they stop to stare.
There’s trouble on the door step.
Cause I’m out here in my underwear.

Well momma, your daddy needs you.
So please unlock the door.
I’ve shaken and rattled all the windows,
And I can’t take it anymore

The wind is howling the rain is falling.
The people they stop to stare.
There’s trouble on the door step.
Cause I’m out here in my underwear.

(Spoken) Brrrrr….man its getting chilly out here, not to mention how wet I feel.
Oh lord here comes Miss Busybody, she’s coming right at me with her cell phone.
Just yakking away, that crazy she’s got speed dial too I bet.
And the whole worlds is going to know about this in about 15 seconds. Oh man…

The wind is howling the rain is falling.
The people they stop to stare.
There’s trouble on the door step.
Cause I’m out here in my underwear.

Well momma, why won’t you hear me?
The police are coming around the bend.
I think I hear them laughing.
Won’t you please let your poor daddy in?

Cause the wind is howling and the rain is falling.
The people they stop to stare.
There’s trouble on the door step.
And I’m out here standing in my underwear.

(Spoken) Well, what am I going to do now? Guess I could sell tickets, there’s enough people out here looking at me I oughta make them pay.
Oh lord, oh no, there goes the preachers wife with a car full of deacons.
Oh she’s shaking her finger at me, ‘IT’S NOT MY FAULT, WON’T YOU JUST CALL MY WIFE OR SOMETHING AND TELL HER I’M OUT HERE, SHE AIN’T ANSWERING THE DOOR.’ Call the fire dept or somebody, somebody ought to be able to help me, uh oh, looks like a state hospital truck. I maybe in trouble deep man, I’ll have to bury my head in the sand the rest of my life. Oh lord…

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