It's been running in its original form through my damn head for three days now, Spaw.

Way down at the Dairy Queen,
Ole Dick Pomfret's acting mean,
Trying to make the young girls cry
Between their milkshakes and their fries.
Now Dick he likes to act real tough
Until some young thing screams "Enough!"
But he was bound to meet his match
When Rhonda came to town.

Now, Rhonda was a high-school dream,
A green-eyed svelte cheer-leading queen
The kind that ends up getting drunk
And screwing half the football team
But Rhonda always got her way,
She had two black belts in Karatay,
And had a trust fund just to pay
For when the chips were down.

The Dairy Queen was lit up bright
Late one August Friday night
And Dick rode up the strip in town
The music up, and the top turned down,
He cruised a Rocket 88,
He drove just to impress his dates
An' he spotted Rhonda sittin' there
Drinkin' a root beer down

All the jocks on the second string
Say he coulda dipped his thing
He only let her get away
Out of manners, I suppose

Dick pulled right up and raised his shades,
Thinking about gettin' laid,
Young Rhonda looked within the law,
And man, did he like what he saw!
But Dick, he made his moves too fast,
The line he used would be his last.
He ended up in his '88
Comin' to in Shanty Town.

All the jocks from the second string
Swear he could have dipped his thing,
An; he only let her slip away,
Out of manners, I suppose....


There's something naturally compelling about the rhythm TVZ discovered for his story. It just keeps rolling and rolling! :D


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