LOVE SONG

SAVANNAH
SAVANNAH VANNA BO BANNA
BANANA FANNA Fo VANNAH
VEE VIGH VO VANNA
SAVANNAH!!

dude not like that fuckin faget like a rock song

Its Dr Faggot dickhead

umm.

i think you missed a comma, fm...

(what kinda weenie asks someone else to write a love song for him?)

(don't answer that, kiddo, it was rhetorical)

ive already written her 1 she liked it and now she wants another and plus i can think of anything

Maybe song writing is just not your thing. It's hard to write a good song. I think she should be happy you were able to crank out one. Maybe if you give her the one Dr. Farmerman suggests she will stop pestering you for more.

well she just wants 1 more ive written about 15 songs but not about her and this 1 i wont use just it can be short or long

She's got a hard name to rhyme, but you don't have to use her exact name in the song. Start by listing everything you like about her or write about something the two of you did together. You can borrow a tune from another song, maybe a song she already likes.

Savannah, Naah, Nana, Pistana, Taranna, shanana,
Boowana.
I could go on with more arcane words of Kenyan stratigraphy but that would localize it too much.


Rhyming ORANGE, now thats a bitch.

you forgot banana.

and while it does not rhyme with orange, they make a nice salad...

Hi, Evan.

Did you give her the first song prior to the concussion? Maybe you could present the same one and she won't know the difference.

(just a thought. I dunno if it will work)

I almost spit out my drink!

THAT's funny, too! lol

Actually, all these posts made me laugh out loud, out loud like a wildebeest thundering through the savannah trying to escape a laughing hyena.

Hey! What about:

Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
And I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see
It did rain all night the day I left
The weather was bone dry
The sun was so hot I froze myself
Savannah, don't you go on and cry
I said, Oh, Savannah
Now, don't you cry for me
As I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee
Well I had myself a dream the other night
When everything was still
I dreamed that I saw my girl Savannah
She was coming around the hill
Now, the buckwheat cake was in her mouth
A tear was in her eye
I said, that I come from Dixie land
Savannah, don't you break down and cry
I said, Oh, Savannah
Now, don't you cry for me
'Cause I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee

'Course you could change some of the words like Alabama and banjo and buckwheat cake...