November 12

first I'm stretching my tonsils
then operating the console
feeling like King of the Mongols
the way my shlong dongles
with diction I'm using
my meaning near lucid
singing about how confusin'
it is to be superhuman
I'm the record man
as cam's band jams
using UA pre-amps
out of the bass cab
then round seven o'clock
comes Mr. McIntosh
to mix some of my songs
as the production boss
then I flee the scene
at the aid of Jillibean
were off the Hastings
to rent a DVD or three
feeling quite introspective
I reflect for a second
today was a worthwhile investment
towards rock n' roll heaven