Poetry in motion
While working on my new music site, I was typing up lyrics to some of my songs. My lyrics aren't that insightful; I spend about two minutes on every song I write. Yet while typing the words to 37, I realized that they were kind of poetic. Far more so than anything else I've ever written, that's for sure. Here's the lyrics if you've never heard the song.
It's another Independence Day.
Time for fireworks,
And sparklers,
And parades.
But my favorite part of every July 4
Is that show that happens
Way up in New York.
At Coney Island,
Nathan's Hot Dog stand,
A competition few would understand.
Some are skinny, but most of them
Are fat.
Eatin' hot dogs
In twelve minutes flat.
But then I saw this girl
Who really rocked my world
Five-foot-five,
100 pounds.
You would not believe,
Yeah, it would make you heave.
She gobbled 37.
She's the manager
Of a Jersey Burger King.
I bet that she could eat anything.
Her jaw can unhinge like a mighty snake,
I wonder how much of mine she can take.
I wish she was my queen.
Her talents are obscene,
How much sausage she can swallow.
But you would not believe,
Yeah, it would make you heave.
She gobbled 37.
Well we all should have
So much luck,
To have a gal so skilled
At the throat f... sex.
There's only thing about her
That's the pits:
Those hot dogs don't do nothing
For her tits.
Yeah, you would not believe.
I bet that it would make you heave.
She gobbled 37.
