The deal: I write the lyrics, you and your band sing them.
Start with this lil number which I call 'El Flopso':
The Flopso Blues
Hey big Betty, butts do sag/ Papa's coming home in a body bag
Sweet little chicken, steak fried grits/ Shake a little pepper on ya flopsy tits
Deepfried cabbage, bottle o suds/ mama's wooden leg is stuck in the mud
Chorus* Spiderman chokin/ Bullfrog croakin/ Ain't nobody jokin/ Flopso is down and broken
Bigass carrots, peelin grapes/ pinch my sugar an' shake your bake
Cash in hole, house in hock/ my mud-covered watch is a monkey clock
Three little pigs, big bad fox/ huffin and puffin, spittin pennies in a sock
Chorus* Spiderman chokin/ Bullfrog croakin/ Ain't nobody jokin/ Flopso is down and broken
2 comments:
That's awesome! I wish I was a band!
for you penny I'll make an exception
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