WHATCHAMACALLIT

Maybe the lock’s broke

on the door we’re trying to open.

Maybe that’s the trouble.

Or it could be the key.

Maybe the key I’m using

and the key you’re using

ain’t the right key.

Maybe we need a different kinda key.

Maybe we need that whatchamacallit kinda key.

You know the one I mean.

The kinda key that can open any friggin lock,

‘cause it’s been filed down

and has no notches, grooves,

or teeth to speak of, 

no real bite, which means,

there’s nothing to trip or trick

‘cause the key just slides right on thru

getting caught on nothing.

And so the knob just turns

and the door swings open, wide-like,

and we walk right on in.

Skeleton key! That’s its name.

That’s the kinda key we need.

Dontcha think?

Maybe if we had one

we’d find ourselves on the inside

of where were trying to get to

and once there

maybe then we’d end up

one day

in the same motherlovin’ room –

and laughing 

at all the fussin’

it took to get there.