2011 wasn't quite heaven. But 2012's gwan be swell.

Babs how can you tell?

I little birdy came to me
He chirped this message from a tree...

"All will be well
in 2012
Things they gonna gel
you may even find a fell..."

"...Be not afraid
I think you might get laid
The past is very daid
You may not have a lotta pay
But in yo pad you're gonna stay."

"Plan A may fall through
You may have to sell a lot o shoes
On ebay the fur coat will be sold
But out of the cube you will go

Into the bright sun shine
You may have to temp as a mime
But all you've got is time
Your pals, the Saab, and a rhyme

Be of good cheer
It's a whole new year
Things are cool not queer...

Gather ye rosebuds yet my dear
The crystal ball ain't quite clear
Next year you will be freer
You can't afford a pap smear
So for breakfast have a beer."