Alfred Uhry Follow

There’s nothin’ up.
Another damn day of nothin’ up.
I’m tight in my skin and hot in my clothes,
And lord God knows it’s cause there’s nothin’ up.
Come on, come on now stop my birdbrain dreamin’,
Get somethin’ up.

There’s nothin' up,
My regular run of nothin’ up.
Mosquitoes to slap and chiggers to swat,
How come I got me so much nothin’ up?
Come on, come on now, no I’ll never wish me no nothin' up.

But boy I’d like to turn around and see a boy,
But boy of course there really isn’t one I know.
So I’ll dream him up, yes he’s there, handsome dog, sexy hair,
Stealin’ up, gainin’ ground, comin’ close, not a sound.
I hear his breath, I sense his hand.
He’s near, so near, and here he stands.
Oh boy!

But when I turn around, of course there never ain’t no boy.
No boy, no boy, no boy, oh boy, boy, boy, boy, boy

There’s nothin’ up,
Ain’t anything here but nothin’ up,
I lean on a tree and lay in the grass,
Still time don’t pass, ‘cause there ain’t nothin’ up.
Come on, come on, come on, please,
Someone come from somewhere, start somethin’ up.
Ain’t nothin’ up. Shit.