Dennis and I are doing another performance at the end of March. This one will be a Songwriter's Karaoke, in which the audience will be invited onstage to sing our songs. Here's one I wrote for it on the evergreen topic of getting schnockered out of your goozie:
Let's get fucked up
Let's go and get high
Let's slip out together
Just you and I
Lets get fucked up
I don't mean to be rude
Let's tell all the others,
"Sorry dude".
Let's get fucked up
Let's leave the world behind
Sorry--please excuse us--
If you don't mind
Let's get fucked up
Let's go have a time
Let them all say that
It's just a crime
Let them point and laugh
And try to shame us
Bet they'd laugh and clap
If we were rich and famous
Let's get fucked up
Let's make a world of two
Let's go and get high
Just me and you
Let's get fucked up
Let's go and get high
Let's slip out together
Just you and I
Lets get fucked up
I don't mean to be rude
Let's tell all the others,
"Sorry dude".
Let's get fucked up
Let's leave the world behind
Sorry--please excuse us--
If you don't mind
Let's get fucked up
Let's go have a time
Let them all say that
It's just a crime
Let them point and laugh
And try to shame us
Bet they'd laugh and clap
If we were rich and famous
Let's get fucked up
Let's make a world of two
Let's go and get high
Just me and you
1 comment:
I am reminded of the Motor Morons of Annapolis. (a sister band to the Spartans, some might say).
Their motto was that all songs should either be about girls or cars, and anybody should be able to sing along the second time they heard a song. I think their biggest hit was 'No Return on Electrical Items'.
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