Da
Merican drummer ees nice,
He playnta good mona to spand.
He
come in my shop for da shave,
An calla me hees gooda frand.
He
taka my order for soap,
An’ geeva me beega seegar;
He
senda me goods C.O.D.
What you calla da railarray car.
I
lika hees goods alla right,
For talka he essa beeg star;
But
O, how I feela w’en light
For smoka hees bigga seegar!
Eets
lika wat you calla da punk,
Eet smella just lika da tar;
An’
O, such a heada, I feel
W’en I smoka hees beega seegar.
May
21, ‘09
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