Verse 1Woke up this morningWith coffee on my mind,But a bad boy in the pipelinePut my plans in a bind.When the toilet roll spun empty,A thought crossed my mind:How many more rollsBefore that last flush in time?ChorusHow many more rolls?Cinnamon or spice?How many more rolls?It’s a toss of the dice.How many more rollsIn the hay, can you say?How many more rolls?Before the end of our day?Verse 2So now I am thoughtfulWith each hour of the day,Knowing there’s a limitTo my earthly stay.How many rolls areDoled out in this life?We will all find outAt the end of our strife. ChorusHow many more rolls?Cinnamon or spice?How many more rolls?It’s a toss of the dice.How many more rollsIn the hay, can you say?How many more rolls?Before the end of our day?Woke up this morning with coffee on my mind…
About the Author
Gene Scott, a retired English and reading teacher, was born and raised on the prairie of Western Illinois, and has lived in Johnson City, Tennessee for thirty years with his much better half, Lana.