Parliament: funky? Dull? Ick?
No, sometimes, and yes.
Simple answers to stupid queries,
here's one of three: never question stupidity,
though I'll grant a crispy Grant
if you punchy holey wally world.
Vacation, vacation --
"In this bastard nation?"
cold cuts and daydream emancipation,
get your diner kicks on Route 666.
I'd like a sandwich, don't spare la moutard,
Molson. Moulson? Plays for the Islanders.
Fish sticks, fish sticks --
"Been drinking like moonshine hicks?"
Flic your Bic, burn that wick,
lick an ice cream cone --
"Bone rhymes too for more innuendo."
What do you do for money honey,
all work and no play makes us Congress
on C-Span Seventy-Five.
Chives are fine, bacon bits better,
butter and sour cream, sour puss.
I feel so creepy, shut up, shut up.
Come on down to my house,
I'll stuff your chute right
and we'll go diving at night.
Relax, I've got a light.