Write Your Own Blues Song

[cfc]

Here's a little ditty inspired by the presence of the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile in Williamsburg last week. A little explanation: the Colonial Parkway is the road that runs from Yorktown, past Williamsburg, to Jamestown Island. It's maintained and patrolled by the National Park Service.

 

So, here is a song that can be taken, let's say, on a number of levels . . .

 

“Williamsburg Wienermobile Blues”

by “Carnivorous” Chuck Campbell

 

Woke up the other day,

Wienermobile parked in my driveway.

Gonna drive it to work, baby.

Gonna drive the office weenies berserk, baby!

 

O, Wienermobile, Wienermobile.

Got the Wienermobile Blues today.

Think I’ll get on I-64, people.

Drive these blues away.

 

Backed out into the street.

This wiener’s handlin’ ain’t too sweet!

Cruised it down the highway,

Little weenie cars got outta my way!

 

Went to Mountain Mike’s coffee,

To get my favorite cup ‘o’ brew.

Barista lady stopped me, said

My mobile wouldn’t fit in her drive thru!

 

O, Wienermobile, Wienermobile!

Got the Wienermobile Blues today.

Think I’ll get on I-64, people.

Drive these blues away.

 

Pulled into the parking lot,

And the boss was standin’ in my space!

Said my Wienermobile was too much,

Was disruptin’ the workplace!

 

So I hit the Colonial Parkway,

Just to chase away the clouds.

Mr. Park Ranger pulled me over,

and told me, “Commercial vehicles not allowed!”

 

O, Wienermobile, Wienermobile!

Got the Wienermobile Blues today.

Think I’ll get on I-64, people.

Drive these blues away.

 

I finally hit the interstate,

Gonna open that Wiener up all the way!

But those damn SUV drivers with their cell phones,

They were cloggin’ up the highway!

 

So, I put the hammer down,

Shot across all the lanes.

Crashed that sucker in a ditch,

And my Wienermobile went up in flames!

 

O, Wienermobile, Wienermobile!

Flames are burning my blues away.

Guess I’ll have to walk on home,

And I don’t need no mustard today!

 

Write your own blues song today--it's a great way to blow off steam.

[FlyingScooter]

okay, here goes...

 

Missing mind;

 

Of all the things i miss in life

I miss my mind the most,

i started heading eastward

and wound up on the west coast,

my girlfriends anorexic

but what a skeletal ghost,

 

of all the things i miss in life

I miss my mind the most

 

(can't ya just hear the slide guitars?

..no, you can't?

I can, I hear a lot of things...)

 

 

I use to throw good parties

be such a friendly host,

but years of stress have flattened me

I've nothing else to boast,

i use to write such wonderous prose

but now i'm human toast,

of all the things i miss in life

...i miss my my

-uh- miss my

ZWINGGGGGGGGGGG! THERE GOES ANOTHER ONE1

miss my mind the most...

 

Yours truly,

-mark (the closest i'll get to blues, country..)

[PhishyBrewer]

^I'm holding my lighter in the air

[cfc]

Flying Scooter is a great name for a blues singer, too. Nice job!

 

Carnivorous Chuck

[M_Force_4_ever]

^^^^*starts strumming blues fourm on guitar* do doo do do

[cfc]

Woke up this mornin',

Logged into TPR.

Checked my thread about blues songs,

Saw it hadn't got very far.

 

So I wrote this little tune,

Just to bump it up a bit.

Give this thread one more shot,

See if anyone gives a [EXPLETIVE DELETED].

 

O, bumpin' up the thread,

Got the bumpin' up the thread blues today.

Gonna post here one more time,

Then let this thread fade away . . .

 

Chuck "Bumpin Up the Thread Blues" Campbell

[redunzelizer]

I tended to use this one: http://fun.drno.de/pics/english/Microsoft.R.B.Hit.jpg

 

But it gave me to many "Blues creens"

[FlyingScooter]

This one's titled:

 

Cramps, ode to happy gas.

 

Life is life, just a slip of the tongue

Don't tell me no lies, baby, or I'll shove ya in dung,

City taxes rises, can't get no relief,

The wink of a crack whore, her decaying teeth,

 

i once believed in santa claus

---i once believed in sex,

I took my life for granted

going from lover to the next,

She was so gorgeous before me

blond hair, hard to believe-a,

She gave me a slight intestinal bug

10 rounds of Diarrhea,

 

my butt, so sore,

hard to ignore,

my gut churned in utter dispair,

her eyes so blue

split my sphincter in two

alas, my derriaire,

 

As time went by, no tears to cry

a sail rides up the mast,

I finally got better, in a jar i sent her

a dose of my 'happy gas'....

 

Flying(a Blasting Bass Production. all rights, and lefts for that matter, reserved)Scooter.

[EpcotLova]

SFOG GASM IS EVIL

 

GASM, oh you felt to me just fine

until you trimmed your breaks

over the last line right before the last

hill ended. Oh GASM, if I sit in your back,

To the medic is where my butt will be tended.

 

Wooden planks stretch for almost a mile,

and you fall from 120 feet in the air.

But how come when the seatbelts

destroy my privates, its rambling

trains dont seem to care?

 

Damn you, GASM, I wish you were like

my girlfriend and would give me a GASM.

Yet, even that is a rare thing,

and while I walk away from your grasp,

the doctors hand I will clasp,

and I will yell with a voice full of rasp,

Go to hell, GASM, go to hell.

[Nrthwnd]

Hmmm - I smell a "special edition" TPR Blues CD in the making.