Gummy, I keep on dreaming about Australian Rock Acts, then I express myself in random spates of self conscious extrovertism. Do you think I’ve got ACDC?
Nice poems there folks, Sweetie you’re a dab hand at knocking out some lovely lines, well done.
Everytime I write some really crap lines I’m always consoled when I think I could have written the following gems.
“Wop bop a loo bop a lop bom bom!
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Wop bop a loo bop a lop ba ba!”
They don’t write brilliant lyrics like that anymore, thanks be to God, and there are some who would slag off the younger generations songs of today.
This is my theory on how that song came to be written.
When Little Richard bit into an Apple he hit a nerve in one of his back teeth, he rushed off to the dentist and could barely speak with the pain, when the dentist asked him what happened he said “Toothy, Fruity, old Rooty” “I quite understand Sir”
I give up after that one, but it’s an original none the less.
Beautiful day here today so the wife and me are making the best of it and heading down to Wexford, we’ll stay overnight in her brothers place there. See yis all tomorrow.
That was good Jem.
I remember writing that when I first met Fruity on a forum. I went on to ask- Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop?
Who put the dip in the dip da dip da dip?
I never did find out:mrgreen:
The trouble with Scribbles of late is this, in the old days, you only had to look at the current page, to work out you didn’t know what was going on. now, you have to go back five pages, to come to the same conclusion.
There was a young spittie called fishy
Could crawl and could trawl just so dishy
When he whipped out his drill – we all got a thrill
Then he switched it to go – it got spilly!