I finally wrote some lyrics today...unfortunately, not for any of the songs I'm currently writing.
Actually, they're not really lyrics at all. More like a limerick.
Perhaps you'd like to read wot I dun anyway?
The fondling minstrel
The fondling minstrel away he did wander, singing like nobody's beez
A song about Christmas, some hedgehogs and bean sprouts, cabbage water and cheese.
This fondling minstrel, then entered a restaurant, sung what he wanted to eat
And shoved his bare hand down the waitress’s bra whilst smiling at the dwarf Maitre’d.
And shoved his bare hand down the waitress’s bra whilst smiling at the dwarf Maitre’d.
"I'm wanting a fish, a boar and a carrot, these teeth are making me itch"
He wailed at the chef who wasn't that deaf but whose bottom was just out of reach.
He wailed at the chef who wasn't that deaf but whose bottom was just out of reach.
"Get out of my eaterie you fondling fool," was the repost from the Chinese-y chef
"I'm no Charlie Chan, but please take your hand off that dirty great girl's heaving chest."
"I'm no Charlie Chan, but please take your hand off that dirty great girl's heaving chest."
"And what if I don't?" sang the minstrel in G, "What if I fondle her pussy?"
"Then outside the place for a kick in the face" said the tiny Kung-foo type Chinee.
"Then outside the place for a kick in the face" said the tiny Kung-foo type Chinee.
"Strong words from a man who's but four feet tall," sang the minstrel without a worry
I’m leaving this restaurant for the Indian next door and there I shall order a curry.
I’m leaving this restaurant for the Indian next door and there I shall order a curry.
