Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Driving & pony
I love my drives into work. I get to spend 45 minutes every morning driving through the Cumbrian countryside listening to my tunes. It's nice. So today a tune came on the iPod that's a little beauty. There's no prize for guessing who it is this time, I'm just going to put all the lyrics down because they're genius.
"Mister, would you please help my pony? He's over there behind the tree He's down in the dirt, would ya help him? I think it's his lung
Mister would you please help my pony? He's chewin' bark and not the leaves He's cryin' like a baby, would you help him? I think it's his lung
Mister, would you please help my pony? He's down and he ain't gettin' up He coughed up snot in the driveway And I think his lung's fucked up
Mister, would you please help my pony? He's over there lookin' at me He can't talk because he's a pony I think it's his lung"
Mister, would you please help my pony, by Ween. You can't get better than that.
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