
superspit
idiots unite!
Why don't we all contribute a verse or two?
I'll throw in
the amber queen was in my jeans...
On the wings of Wings,
And an overloaded ribbon mic,
In my mind I'm a rock star,
Still riding my trike.
All substances consumed,
in this making of my songs,
Are not as abusive,
As me in a thong.
I have all the gear
& I just can't wait,
I recorded my electronic lint
And posted in at the gate.
My girlfriend's on the line,
At the least the one I wear outside,
I recorded our conversation,
But I have nothing to hide.....
yaaaaaaaay!.......song song....yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!