Good On Ya
I have a friend named MarkHe and his wife Bobbi
Lead a band of minstrels
They cover the world over
East, west, north and south
Nary a place they haven't been
When something happens unexpected
It gets back to them for sure
For you see they lead from afar, in the USA
So when they hear of news unusual
They wait to see where it ends
If its bad or something in the middle
They say one word, " Why "
In a monotoned, although slightly
Positive manner of speaking
He then usually says
You shouldn't have done that, should ya?
If the news be good or excellent
He waits to the end
And says " Good on ya "
Very little talk, but always straight
And right to the point
And always with alot of love
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