Boondoggle

It ain't where there's lightning, it's when there's thunder

It ain't the game rather the over or the under

If I was to advise, what I'd tell 'em

Give away the flowers while they're still around to smell 'em

Won't think once or twice before sounding the alarm

This old world's got more up it's sleeve than a dirty arm

You'll find your head itchin' for a hand on the label and your lips on the bottle

You barrel down your night

'Til you wind up in a boondoggle

Your foods only colder once it's sittin on the table