Bobby and Alex aren't mine, the big bloke is, but not Bobby and Alex. Reba's not mine either obviously.
The Death of Me
Criminal Intent I did watch,
A man barged in without a knock,
I awoke, couldn't feel my hand,
Alex and Bobby above me did stand,
I wanted to meet them face to face,
Now I've become another case,
I look for cameras, sit and stare,
Wonder if I'm on a TV somewhere,
Suddenly I realize that I am dead,
A shallow grave my brand new bed,
I was shot by some big bloke,
Now I've become their latest joke,
As he pokes and prods I want to say,
"What are you doing anyway?",
If only I had paid more attention,
And hadn't destroyed that poor man's kitchen,
Maybe I'd still be alive,
And have a chance to see Reba live,
But instead he shot me dead,
And now I have an achy head,
In the morgue its rather cold,
I wonder exactly what they have been told,
They think its funny how I was shot,
Over a couple of pans and a pot,
I've now became extremely pale,
And they have sent the poor man to jail,
Alex really got him good,
She had to throw him on the hood,
Bobby got to play his tricks,
He made them feint just for kicks,
Now I think its time to go home,
I should have left the guy's kitchen alone.