I’ve put on the mantle of cave man
Descending into the past, 4,000 years
In a limestone cave in Ireland
I come out into the light
Into the cold
Into survival mode
For food, water, fire wood
Tired of fighting off others who want my cave
I can start fire
Keep warm, watch the weather, stay close to the cave
My shelter, my home, my survival
I hunt with my sharpened stone on a spear
Oh to fast forward into the pleasures of a civilized life
I want to be a cave man on Wall Street
I wear a jacket, shirt, and tie
Cave life is tough, no question about it
I want the good life, to live large
Be able to grab a London broil
And throw it on a fire
To have a futon and warm blankets
When the cave gets drafty
And where are the women?
I have a club, I’m ready to grab one
By her hair and drag her into my cave
Share a meal of London broil with her
Let the fire dim down to romantic
Sleep with her, let her clean and decorate OUR cave
Protect her when another real estate agent
Comes by to check out the square footage
I can scout further away while she guards the cave
I can find food for US
Since she arrived, the cave is more comfortable
It’s not a man cave any more
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