Whomp bomp a loo bop a whomp bam boom

You know, I have been known to complain about banal lyrics from time to time.

This would make more sense if not for a few unavoidable, inexplicable truths.

Such as...I love doo-wop.

Blue Moon by the Marcells, for example.

Who Put the Bomp in the Bomp she bomp (watch for the Statler and Waldorf dead joke)

I could go on.

The other reason it does not make sense is my bizarre habit of randomly, for no apparent reason, and with no follow up, spouting off Whomp bomp a loo bop.

Thanks for nothing, Chuck Berry.


If you are wondering what the point of this post is, learn to interpret...because all I have to say is rhyme a lime a ding dong. Every word went right into my heart. So smurf up, and go smruf the smurf of your smurf.

3 comments:

Riot Kitty said...

Smruf? (Look at the last sentence.) Yes, I would like a spanking ;)

G said...

Ummm....Little Richard, not Chuck Berry.

But life so like...smurfy...

Darth Weasel said...

Miss RK, you might have to speak to Mr. RK about putting the bomp in the bomp bomp bomp bomp...I canna help you w/the Spanking issue...yes, I too would like a spanking...

G, Good call. Litte Richard, a fact I once knew before my mind was blown by too much hair grease and...well..whomp bomp a woo bomp