I've got all of this
And even more of that
Yet still I'm working on the list
Of all I lack

You'd think that I'd be happy
With just some
But to tell the truth, sadly
There is never enough

I save the Knicks and the Knacks
Along with everything else
Proud of the dust that they collect
On the many shelves

What hidden pleasures are hoped to find
In this crazy elbow rub
We all know I would be lying
There is never enough

All I can get if not more of it
To fill this insatiable need
Where spirits lift as I take a dip
In this pool of insanity

Better safe than sorry
Hoarding all I've got
Anyways, you know the story
There is never enough