I wore boots on my hike | ||||||||||||||||
So that I'd never stub my toe again | ||||||||||||||||
They fit my feet so fine | ||||||||||||||||
But now they've got too heavy for me | ||||||||||||||||
And though I've fallen far behind | ||||||||||||||||
The trail will twist back again this way | ||||||||||||||||
I need to catch up some time | ||||||||||||||||
Or they will eat up my smores | ||||||||||||||||
Foxtail blues | ||||||||||||||||
Took a shortcut through the flora | ||||||||||||||||
Now my pants are full of thorns | ||||||||||||||||
Heavy waffle stompers | ||||||||||||||||
Pants and thorns, feeling itchy and rubbed raw | ||||||||||||||||
Smores are very nice | ||||||||||||||||
Move those waffle stompers | ||||||||||||||||
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Move those waffle stompers | ||||||||||||||||
Can't see forest for trees | ||||||||||||||||
No fun in hiking anymore | ||||||||||||||||
My heavy thighs are feeling pain | ||||||||||||||||
Caused by excess of boot | ||||||||||||||||
Those smores and roaring campfire | ||||||||||||||||
I kinda smell my way out of here | ||||||||||||||||
I want shoes for my hike | ||||||||||||||||
So that I never lose my smores again | ||||||||||||||||
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Thursday, March 10, 2016
Foxtail Blues (Waffle Stompers)
This spins Milky Chance's "Stolen Dance" into a tale of a hike gone bad and a tragic loss of smores.
Sing the Words Wrong
I had berries, lentils, and a carp |
I don't care for berry swirls in starry constellations |
Oh all my pants are getting clean |
And my transmission's slippy with whipped cream |
Oooh, oh-oh, and the car won't start |
Maybe, Gummybear is a hip spy |
Breaking away from the dark side |
I wanna be a Yoda fan |
I can't choose when you're holding the menu and |
I got stuck with the oatmeal |
You're gonna sing the words wrong |
There goes Scooby on a motor bike |
The spy decides to sit and talk and have a New York cheesecake |
This cat toy's playing with itself |
That cheese is sitting with a quiet elf |
Oooh, oh-oh, in a camel cart |
Lady, running 'round with a tour guide |
Sunny chalet on the west side |
I wanna meet your weatherman |
Sudoku or a game of ping pong and |
I got pokemon postcards |
You're gonna sing the words wrong |
I just wanna, I just wanna go |
In a sauna, in a sauna stay |
I just gotta, I just gotta go |
I should wash up, I should wash up in a major way |
My parrot's messy with ice cream |
Ghostly pirate whistle piper on a broken swing |
Oh lady, sledding down in a luge slide |
Making away with my pot pies |
I gotta hold your soda can |
I love Woof, then he's digging a dog bone |
I got bumped by a goat 'cause |
You're gonna sing the words wrong |
Or maybe, funny clown with a big tie |
Eating buffet with a mob guy |
I wanna try your best plum jam |
I hit snooze when you're ringing a gong and |
I got dunked in a moat 'cause |
You're gonna sing the words wrong |
Oh lady, tipping cows on the hillside |
Stepping again in the cow pies |
I gotta pee, lets stop again |
I achoo when you're sneezing along and |
I got gum in my nose 'cause |
You're gonna sing the words wrong, yeah |
I got gum in my nose 'cause |
You're gonna sing the words wrong |
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