christmas inspiration?
i need help with some songwriting.
i want to reinterpret the (now) classic christmas song "feliz navidad" as a tribute to the one and only mrs. claire huxtable, phylicia rashad
feliz navidad / phylicia rashad.
see! it works BRILLIANTLY!
play it here and see:
here is what i have (sing along)
phylicia rashadanyone wanna write a verse?
phylicia rashad
phylicia rashad
you were on cosby and you can't be forgot.
(repeat)
i kinda wish you were back on a sitcom
i kinda wish you were back on a sitcom
i kinda wish you were back on a sitcom
but without that mister pudding pop
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6 bitchers and moaners:
Phylicia Rashad
Phylicia Rashad
Phylicia Rashad
No Debbie Allen Gonna Sass You Now
Phylicia Rashad
Phylicia Rashad
Phylicia Rashad
No Debbie Allen Gonna Sass You Now
You changed your name no more Missy Allen
You changed your name no more Missy Allen
You changed your name no more Missy Allen
Fuck that sister, you gots a Tony now.
Here's a couple poems I wrote the other day...
Poem 1:
To me she was my lover, and also a dear friend,
To others she was a blow up doll, that pleasured my rear end,
The day my sweetheart left me, was the day I smoked some hash,
The cherry bounced from my bong, and landed on her gash.
The melting plastic smelt horrible, the stench of death was bad,
In my memories I'll hold her, like the time I shared her with my dad.
My sweethearts gone for good now, and I'll never forget my Jen,
now I've traded her in for a new model, a lovely gent named Ken.
Now Ken, he made my heart race, it never skipped a beat,
Especially when he jiggled, and played with my man meat...
***to be continued when I can think of more verses***
Poem 2:
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Flashing all the old ladies by lifting his night-gown,
Tapping at the window, grabbing for his cock,
"Are the women in their beds, for it's now ten o'clock?"
"Hey, Willie Winkie, are you coming in?
Come and have a drink with us, won't you have some gin?,
The wife is spread out on the floor, and she's really cheap,
And here's a naughty midget who will not fall asleep!"
Anything but sleep, you rogue! come and whip some poon,
Come punish this filthy whore, slap her with a spoon,
Rumbling, tumbling round about, garnishing his cock,
Shrieking like I don't know what, sleeping with the gobbledock.
"Hey, Willie Winkie - a deal is a deal!
See that woman wriggling around like an eel?,
Tugging at his you-know-what, and slapping women's bums
Hey, Willie Winkie - see, there he cums!"
Weary is the woman who sounds a dirty moan,
A small short little diddle, who can't cum on his own,
Who always has a battle with sheep before he'll squirt in an eye
But a kiss from her rosy lips makes me say "bye bye".
Back in the 70's during the whole U.S. hostages in Iran thing, my father had a friend/client named Bobby Dodd and when I first heard Feliz Navidad, I thought that Bobby Dodd was one of those hostages and the song was a cry for his release. You know...
"Release Bobby Dodd.
Release Bobby Dodd.
Release Boddy Dodd.
Release him now. End the jihad."
Yes, I should never be on "Don't Forget the Lyrics."
Mmmmm.
Pudding pops!
Feliz Navidudes
Feliz Navidudes
Feliz Navidudes
All hot men in need of tops
maybe a second choruse is:
for lisa bonet
for lisa bonet
for lisa bonet
why didn't it work out with lenny k?
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