The Jail Bird Rock
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Now darn it Buzzard
you've gone way to far
a party you throw
from behind jail bars
The Gold Pen duel
is a serious test
of whit and skill
to see whose the best
But this time
your reaching for the stars
A party in jail
Have you been hit'n the bars
You severely whined
over a few singed feathers
and then you claim
the be under the weather
And then here I sit
Just a wishing
and you hang out a sign
gone fishing
If its sympathy you seek
Surly you know I have none
Oh my Dear Feathered Friend
We duel one on one.
Our pens clash
in thunderous display
and then you run and hide
as I have to coax you out to play
Please understand
The Gold Pen is as good as mine
So go ahead and dig out your muse
that is if you have the time...
So my Friend I sit and wait
for your never so timely reply
and wait for the words
of Uncle that you will cry
Hugs
KKD
Original By
Mouth of the South
aka
Donna DeLong Matthews
August 2009
Elvis Presley
Jail House Rock
Lyric Rewrite
The Buzzard threw a party in the county jail.
The Buzzard Boys were there and they began to wail.
The Mouth was steam'n as the joint began to ring.
You should've seen those sexy two jailbirds swing.
Lets stop, everybody, lets stop.
Everybody in the whole cell block
is gonna be busting rocks
Eric and Chris played their fingers to the bone,
Little Marg was blow'n on the slide trombone.
The drummer Ron from Canada went crash, boom, bang,
The whole rhythm section was the Buzzard gang.
Lets stop, everybody, lets stop.
Everybody in the whole cell block
is gonna be busting rocks
The Shady Buzzard said to the sexy she
You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see.
I sure would be delighted if you'd break me free
Come on and do the Buzzard escape with me.
Lets stop, everybody, lets stop.
Everybody in the whole cell block
is gonna be busting rocks
The Buzzard was a sit'n on a block of stone
Way over in the corner look'n all alone.
The Mouth said, hey, Buzzard, don't you just sit and stare.
If you touch my Gold Pen you'll get the electric chair.
Lets stop, everybody, lets stop.
Everybody in the whole cell block
is gonna be busting rocks
Eric Buzzard said to Buz, for heavens sake,
Mouth aint look'n, now's our chance to make a break.
Buzzard turned to Eric and he said, nix nix,
Mouth is watching and she gives wicked kicks
Lets stop, everybody, lets stop.
Everybody in the whole cell block
is gonna be busting rocks
gonna be busting rocks
gonna be busting rocks
gonna be busting rocks
gonna be busting rocks
gonna be busting rocks
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