Another Sip for the Bookmobile Video (MV)

Little Johnny Weimer loved to sit and read
And that's what he'd do all day
He'd fill up his brain with useless little things
Much to his mother's dismay
He'd come to her and tell her of stories
Of dragons and wizards and elves
And he looked forward to every other week
When he could scour the bookmobile's shelves

He'd climb aboard the library on wheels
And get lost in a beautiful world
Of science fiction glossaries and mystery
And calendars of naked girls

He loved to spend as long as he could
Absorbing in the sights
Until it was time for the bookbus to leave
And drive off into the night

Then little Johnny would come back home
Stacks of books in both of his hands
And his mother would frown and she would groan
Then issue a list of demands
"Go clean your room and take out the trash"
She would scream in front of his face
But he'd just look back at her and laugh
And go up to his favorite place

Well one day she had enough
And anger built up inside
"Johnny help me around this house"
"Shut up" was his reply
So she made a cup of his favorite drink
And added some cyanide

"Come on Johnny I made you some tea"
She yelled so Johnny could hear
And he dropped his book and ran downstairs
Like an alcoholic does for beer

He saw the cup and began to chug
Not stopping 'til there was nothing left
Then he began to cough and he began to gag
And he felt pain deep inside his chest
As threw up his guts he looked up
To see his mother start to laugh
"You should've listened little Johnny" she said
And she laughed until Johnny passed

So let this be a lesson to all
Who do nothing but read
You're wasting your time you're wasting your life
That's why they invented TV
And if you fail to heed this advice
I hope you die