You really don't want to know this do you?

As you too have done Joe, I travelled the roads everyday and once you've got business organized, you get bored. At one point or another my mind generally drifts to obnoxious lyrics for obnoxious songs. I hate the lounge lizard crap and have a particular antipathy for Broadway show tunes, hence you get:

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKLAHOMA, where the broads come running 'cross the plains
And their big bazooms
Are like balloons
And they all wear T-shirts in the rain.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKLAHOMA, where my dar-ar-arlin' you and I
Can steal your Daddy's truck
Where we'll throw a f*ck
And to your Mother we will lie.

If you'll just take my c*ck in you hand
The feeling I'll get then is grand.
So when you hear-ear-ear-ear YIP Pie yodel-odl AAAAAAAAA
You'll know that I got a nut in Oklaho-o-ma
And your hand job
Was OK.

Are you sure you want anymore of this chauvinistic claptrap?

catspaw