Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)



guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Wednesday, October 04, 2000

Perform following while wearing large floppy hat, big sunglasses and making suitable sweeping gestures in keeping with the lyrics or merely for the hell of it. Kiss-kiss looks towards the audience are also necessary. Failing this resort on the internet, I shall include zany (look, Ry! It's the word "zany"!!) links as interest dictates.

Baby you can drive my car,
'Cause yo! I'm gonna be a star.
Baby you can drive my car,
And maybe I won't tell your parole officer.
Meep meep, meep meep; Yeah!

(Deep and meaningful guitar solo...)

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