Well here it is, numero twenty five-o, f00kin’ ‘ell as the blokes at that pub in merry ol’ Los Angeles may say. I’d put that whole disclaimer thing in but, nobody reads this stuff, or seem to watch the video for that matter. Hmmm….maybe I should switch to Folger’s Crystals?…
Lyrics-
*Hooo Oooooh……..
Everybody was chatterboxing-
The Boardwalk was really rocking-
Tho’ John’s appearance was somewhat shocking-
The drun-ken master of chatroom blocking-
This obnoxious fool named John-
Whom all this is based upon-
He loves building himself up-
We love watching him torn down-
Always bets so heavily-
On his alleged celebrity-
A somber Skol behind his eyes-
When he don’t get recognized-
Now at Borgata they’re chatterboxing-
John’s school is drool and doxing-
When he saw Melton the spit was flying-
He yelled and pointed and started crying-
Down came angry Kevin B-
And his flunky Stevie Lew-
He said “I heard you were
looking for me Bob!
Did you bring the Jew?”-
Bob brought the glass down
from his lips-
Then he offered them a sip-
Big bad John began to shout-
“Bobby, we can work it out!”-
In the casino they’re chatterboxing-
Some really got their shots in-
It started snowing even Vince
stopped laughing-
John flipped his lid
with everyone watching-
*Hooo Oooooh……..
*imagine Ray “Oooh” drop. I couldn’t find it. I am deeply, deeply ashamed
==_7_==
CG
…Cecil open the pod bay doors…
