Knock Knock Blues

I got the knock-knock blues, it's true,

Every time I hear that “Who’s there?” cue.

It’s like a game you can’t refuse,

But sometimes you just wanna hit snooze.

Knock knock!

Who's there?

Lettuce.

Lettuce who?

Lettuce in, it's cold out here!

Oh, this joke’s got wear and tear!

Knock knock, oh, knock knock, yeah

Why you keep comin' 'round, I swear!

Knock knock, don't stop, I’m through—

With every punchline, it's me or you!

Here comes another, ready or not,

It’s like a train you can't block or stop.

I try to walk away, I try to hide,

But here comes that knock right back inside.

Knock knock!

Who's there?

Alpaca.

Alpaca who?

Alpaca the suitcase, we’re goin' on a trip!

Oh, these jokes just got me whipped!

Knock knock, oh, knock knock, yeah,

Why you keep comin' 'round, I swear!

Knock knock, don’t stop, I’m done—

But every joke’s another one!

One for the road, I know it’s a curse,

Every punchline's makin' it worse.

My patience is thin, my humor’s flat,

But here we go again—just like that.

Knock knock!

Who's there?

Olive.

Olive who?

Olive you and I miss you too!

Oh, it’s sweet, but it’s killin' my groove!

Knock knock, oh, knock knock, yeah,

Can’t escape from the joke affair.

Knock knock, don’t stop, you win—

Guess I’ll be laughin' till the end!

So knock on my door, I’m here to stay,

With knock-knock jokes 'til my hair turns gray.

Knock knock, go on, just let it fly,

It’s the joke that never says goodbye!