"Let's fire it up!"
(lyrics by Foul Mouth) (Guitar solo by Dan Fogelbird)
(Hal Labulloo - drums)
We'd like to thank Velveeta and Velvet Underground for not pressing charges, and we charge the press with five counts of Dracula.
Light a match, Charlie, [She casually flicked off the TV, flipped off her husband, pulled up her socks, ]
Light up the world with your glow,
Lighting farts, you know, can cost you dough,
Even when it hurts
Charlie, light mine for me,
Charlie, light mine for both of us,
My Charlie, dear, dear Charlie,
Watch them burn blue,
Reminding me of you
When you had ague
When there are two
I will save mine for you,
(oops, except for that one)
Dearest Charlie on your Harley
Lighting farts far-reaching
To nostrils of Bob Marley
Light a match Charlie.
Fill the air with
Glorious fumes, glorious tunes,
Betwixt your glorious moon
Betwixt yer...
She casually donned her jumper; Don, she blurted out, gimmee a buck for luck, turned off the radio and turned on the Slim O'Cycle. Only that way lay peace and pieces of frustration drifted away. That song sure put new oomph in her Oompa-Loompah (if you loofah it regularly). She closed her eyes and rode to the stars.
