TUNA CAN BONGO

cpyr. 2026, Suburban Cowboys Music

Lyrics: Ralph Scott   Music: Daniel Leo Simpson   Vocals: Alain Jackson

It used to be Standing Room Only

All those parties with Bob, Ted, and Alice,

and hundreds of friends dancing ‘till the night ends

You were queen of your very own palace

Was your seven-year-itch…poison ivy?

My balance sheet was hardly to blame

Now I’m out on my butt, no ands, ifs or what?

And you took back your God-given name

CHORUS

Tuna Can Bongo, it’s a riot

I sit here with spoons tapping rhythms.

They say oil’s good for the diet.

Though‘Taps’ has its certain misgivings.

When you told me “It’s done” I was hopin’ 

you were talkin’ ‘bout one of your roasts

Now I’m finding fun ways to keep coping

One lone bedroom leaves little to boast.

Did you know you can make a nice milkshake

if you shake up Cremora real fast?

It will get you through breakups and heartache,

and the flavor ain’t bad while it lasts. 

Played the Prince and you were my Princess

A fairytale longer than most

It took only one page to make me a Sage

With this Pepsi I make you a toast. 

CHORUS

Tuna Can Bongo is a riot

I sit here with spoons tapping rhythms.

They say oil’s good for the diet.

Though‘Taps’ has its certain misgivings.

When you told me “It’s done” I was hopin’ 

you were talkin’ ‘bout one of your roasts

Now I’m finding fun ways to keep coping

One lone bedroom leaves little to boast.

You were cunning, deceitful, and longing

to exit me out of your life.

Honey, wish I had known you’d take back the throne

Proudly wearing the name of “Ex-wife”. 

So what do I do acting solo?

It’s not like it’s particularly new

Never thought that you could hit so low

Missing you from down here’s quite a view. 

[REFRAIN]

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