Originally posted by topjim2y
dave the coward won't sing with sam. i bet dave's band thinks dave's a prick, next paycheque please!!
dave the coward won't sing with sam. i bet dave's band thinks dave's a prick, next paycheque please!!
I was barely seventeen when I killed a boy with a fender guitar
I dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a horny angel
I dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
But I do remember that it wasnt at all easy
It required the perfect combanation of the right power chords
And the percise angle from which to strike
The guitar bled for about a week afterwords
And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berrys
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards
But it rung out beautifully
And I was able to play notes that I had...never...even...heard...before
So I took my guitar
And I smashed it aganist the wall
I smashed it aganist the floor
I smashed it aganist the body of a Varisty Cheerleader
Smashed it aganist the hood of a car
Smasned it aganist a 1981 Harley-Davaidson
The Harley howled in pain
The Guitar howled in heat
And I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly, I opened the door
Creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bed
I raised the Guitar high above my head
And just as I was about to bring the Guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
My Father woke up, screaming..."STOP!"
"WAIT A MINUTE. STOP IT, BOY. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?
Thats no way to treat an expensive musical instrument."
And I said, "GOD DAMN IT, DADDY!
You know I love you, but YOU'VE GOT A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL!"
So, whats the moral of this delightful tale?
I believe knowing nothing aboot rock and roll is punishable with death by Fender, and collect the shoes of my victims.
You obviously are a sheep.
This means you know nothing of rock and roll.
I'll just leave you with this picture...





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