The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
The Story: And my blunt is my ho now
The Story: At home, drawing pictures, Of mounds of tots, With ham on top
As a gauche teenager, I got up and sang this at my sister's wedding after having managed to steal and consume a pint of beer from my Dad when he was too drunk to notice. Unfortunately, a good few of my cousins as well as my sister caught onto my lyric. The error of my ways was pointed out to me later. I spent a weird five minutes trying to convince everyone that my lyric made sense (which it kind of does...first pop song about a transsexual).
3/10/2006 4:50 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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