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.

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

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

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

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 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 Move those waffle stompers

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 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 Move those waffle stompers

Sing the Words Wrong

This spins "Riptide" by Vance Joy into a celebration of misheard lyrics.

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