... Anyway the moral of the story is never, EVER say what I just said to a pregnant woman, especially when her ex-convict brother is in the room.
I'm bored and thought this up while still half asleep. It goes out to Anson, Carlos, Anna, and the Flight of the Conchords.
For anyone curious as to the song this is responding to, youtube "Flight of the Conchords Episode Hip hop" and it should be there.
Steve!?
Steve...?
Steve....
Wait, you serious?
What an imperious
Nefarious
Meritless
Villainous
Pretender to the crown.
He spread no rumours, you delirious?
You've got nothing to fear-at-last.
Unlike my main man Tiberious
You hearin' us?
Livin' in fear'in of conspiratous
The Armies of Rome didn't kill Julius
It was the dog Bruticus and those Republication
It's THOSE you should get the hate on
You look like you need information
Before you make your own deliberation
Here read this publication
It lists all denominations-
that deserve descrimination
Within this and other fine nations
You listen to the 'right' station?
The DJ writes in crayon
And goes on an'on
'Bout nothin'.
Like me.
1 comment:
I like it, and that's saying something, because I usually hate stand-alone lyrics. It's like amateur stand-up: painful to watch until you allow yourself to enjoy it by hoping against hope that it doesn't suck.
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