Is this the secret formula to your award winning songs??
Doesn't sound FAIR to me.
-dan
Couldn't resist, I wrote one. Moe and Joe love it and want to record it.
I met her outside Fresno stoned on oatmeal
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore. (yikes)
She was drinkin' Dr. Pepper (just a can filled with beer) by the off-ramp
and I knew I'd have to scrape her off the floor
I promised her I'd stay with her forever; (sure)
She said to me that Rolaids made her high(okkkkkk)
But who'd have though she'd sky dive while in labor (crazy ass broad)
I watched her melt away and sobbed goodbye. (when she hit the ground on a hot summer day)
Jason
I met her in a gay bar in September
I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore.
She was breakin' out with acne but I loved her
and I knew I'd never rate her more than "4"
The blood test showed I'd have my rash forever;
She said to me she loved my one blue eye
But who'd have though she'd boogie in my Edsel
I watched her melt away and sobbed goodbye.
I met her in a nightmare stoned on oatmeal
I can still recall that creepy smile she wore.
She was drownin' in the quicksand with Led-Zeppelin
and I knew it was a raven, nothing more
The painters knew I'd stay a dwarf forever;
She said to me, man wasn't meant to fly.
But who'd have though she'd wind up on a surfboard
But that's the way that pygmies say goodbye.
Karen
Hey, you know what happened to the man who stopped listening to country music? He made up with his wife, his pickup started running better, and his dog came home. True story.
That is hilarious! I'm still laughin here. Where did you find that or did you put it together yerself? I wonder what's in your peanut butter sammiches...maybe it's from wearin those paint splattered drawers...LOL
[ February 06, 2002: Message edited by: Linda Silver Eagle ]