Rumba, rumba, rumba, rumba, rumba!
Rumba, rumba, rumba, rumba, rumba!
All right, so I had an interesting day.
I suppose it was different we could say.
Wine fest, Rastas, Go-Go Poles and Koreans singing.
God forgive me, I'm a devil a poach, nearly got six months for a killing a fish.
With a fork.
Sadly it didn't work.
The fish scared me.
Rumba, rumba, rumba, rumba, rumba!
Rumba, rumba, rumba, rumba, rumba!
So I called people I hadn't spoken to in months.
Maybe even years.
No, just months.
Eight to be exact.
One had a birthday, one was just gay.
Either way, it made my day.
Nighty night, and slap schlock tight.
Don't bugs the bite'let bed.
Make for the morning, no let the night!
Rumba, rumba, rumba, rumba, rumba!
Rumba, rumba, rumba, rumba, rumba!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment