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.
I do not have a fix for you! - I've been waiting to do another good rant, and here I go! As some of you know, I'm in charge of a several-thousand person event this month. I love my job. ...
2 weeks ago