Friday, November 30, 2007


So, Friday has become the day Glo and I listen to HER iPod on the way to campus. I can’t begin to tell you what a joy that is. Mind you, my music is far from easy listening and stodgy but she makes up special play lists just for me. I don’t have, say, Will Smith though I don’t mind listening once in a while. It helps that my car has some good speakers for “bumpin”. Been getting some Black Eyed Peas and tend to listen to lyrics much to Gloria’s dismay. I imagine sitting down , pen in hand to put lyrics to paper, much like, say, Johnny Mercer or Bernie Taupin. And THIS is what he produced:

They say I'm really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin' at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can't touch it,
If you touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don't want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy,
You ain't my man, boy,
I'm just tryn'a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My lovin' got you

Gawd…I feel old!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I know of which you speak. When I ride around in my shrunken UPS van, or XBox as you call it, my ladyfriends 13 year old son cranks up KFMI and I just stare straight ahead as I listen to the lyric content. Oh, my. And this stuff is played at junior high dances. I old or just prudish? Don't answer that.

And we thought Alice Cooper was chancy.