Started by snodes, October 13, 2006, 22:44:39 pm
0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic.
QuoteAs rhyming goes, this takes a lot of beating.Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomatIn the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hatWith a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-roundWith this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the groundSome all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his handsAnd some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her handAnd now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sandAnd some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the bandAnd she was blinded by the lightCut loose like a deuce another runner in the nightBlinded by the lightShe got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alrightSome brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the eastHe says: "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls danceAnd some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romanceYeah he was blinded by the lightCut loose like a deuce another runner in the nightBlinded by the lightHe got down but she never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonightSome silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takesShe said I'll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break,And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outsideAnd little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride,Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardierYes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card,he said, do what you like, but don't do it hereWell I jumped up, turnedaround, spit in the air, fell on the groundAsked him which was the way back homeHe said take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then boy, you're on your ownAnd now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tuneYes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soonAnd some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night,Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I sawa gap but figured he'd be all rightHe was just blinded by the lightCut loose like a deuce another runner in the nightBlinded by the lightMama always told me not to look into the sights of the sunOh but mama that's where the fun is
QuoteManfred Mann's earthband did it better than Brucie..:)
QuoteThis is NOT the Talking Bollox Thread. ;D
Quotewho's talking bollox ???? ;)
QuoteErr..rhyming couplets... :-?
Page created in 0.140 seconds with 20 queries.