So, the master monk said |
To that room instead |
Feng shui |
We have to move Buddha today |
And son of a gun |
But he's a heavy one |
Got qualms, and sweaty palms |
So though Buddha should enlighten me |
I bet he's gonna squish my chi |
And now he's ow, ow, ow, ow, on my toe you see |
Now why don't you |
Carry Buddha? |
Oh-oh-oh |
Hands on his knees |
Keep moving please |
Oh please |
This may just herniate me |
Oh no |
My right, not yours |
Through those big doors |
Turn there |
Then up the stairs |
So though I took a vow I would not speak |
This redecoration situation's bleak |
And now my back, back, back, back, back is tweaked |
Ow, carry Buddha |
Oh, ow |
Tell me, tell you |
This thing is heavy |
Bent brows broke vows |
Spoken a few |
I got a few for you too |
Up one flight, and then the next |
To the alcove that's the best |
That Buddha's solid brass |
Don't wanna bust my…. back |
So though I took a vow I would not speak |
This redecoration situation's bleak |
And now my back, back, back, back, back is tweaked |
Ow, carry, carry Buddha |
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Carry Buddha
Friday, October 2, 2015
Pastrami on a Parmesan Bun
I'm in love, with the deli girl |
But I can't say the words |
So I just buy more sandwiches |
And it's giving me the stinky burps |
I'm eating there three times a day |
Hoping it's your shift |
Getting stamps on my sandwich card |
When you're off I feel like I've been gypped |
You take pastrami |
And put it on a parmesan bun |
And you made it so tasty |
Now I want another one |
How the weeks and the seasons turn |
And that sandwich is our thing |
I wish that I could speak some other words |
Instead I'll have another pastrami |
And you take pastrami |
Put it on that parmesan bun |
And you made it so tasty |
Now I want another one |
Change of hands at the Sandwich Land |
Now saeurkraut makes me cry |
Cuz you've gone to the Deli Grand |
And I will not have my Reuben on rye |
You gotta take pastrami |
And put it on that parmesan bun |
Cuz that makes it so tasty |
Now I want another one |
You take pastrami |
And put it on a parmesan bun |
But you made it so God darn tasty |
Now I want another one |
Now I want another one |
Now I want another one |
And I go |
And I go |
And I go |
And I go |
And I go |
And I go, so |
Now I want another one |
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