The trials of life never seem to end
the Sandyman need a maid come in.
They say everything has a place, there’s a place for everything
so why do my things have so many places it seems.
This man cave thing has gone a little too far
I peeped into the bedroom and then just closed door.
Well! maybe it’s time to meet a new friend,
maybe she cooks too then my sorrows will end.
Yea! sure those days have long gone by,
women now days don’t have time for that lazy guy.
I can get this done the Sandyman is going in.
well! maybe tomorrow a little rest for I begin.