Thursday, September 20, 2007

Master is the Mind Blaster


Master is the fix’d a blaster
Keep your ass up
arms out while they go for fisticuffs
Pure the sauce as they meld the mind mold
Got the story sold for 6 figures- box a cheerios
They told you this was the land of dirty-tini’s
that school’d the wise and the Great Santini
Don’t believe me
Watch me queasy
Get all the potent swords and chop down the pretty scenery
Do the plot pitches like it’s the no buizzes
Once told the storyteller just how he lives
Gave him two drinks and sent him to his kids
They sour you like horny tryptophan- screw the man
Me got the eye that make it go all stinko
Like the word daddio but me in the lab and I’ll kill polio
Watch the dark that reaches out from the darkness
Go to Loch Ness find the ugly lizard and teach him the stress
On the patter that tread to fill
killed old buffalo bill
as they dance the nine and drink the nasty swill
Was the war stories - the troubadour show
Made the mad money on machines and the funky go-go
It dirty laundry
Now they’re on to me
Got to pound the squeezebox and give me the seda-give
How do you live
Head is like a sieve
Upped the tempo
Stand akimbo
Then crush the studio like Bergeron and go to zombie limbo
Horse feathers and umbrellas
The sunny day girls mix it up with the funny fella’s
get stellar and stellar as they disco dance
like the place in France were the boys look like girls
and lust a gothic trance
Do the last tango
Eat your fat dango
Play it till the fingers bleed and scream Arpeggio
This is the story
and the story is on the done
Master is the mind blaster
Don’t forget you pun