And I know it?
What have I been drinking last night?
Here it is, the Fortune theme song. Please don't sing along this time, Rick; you'll scare the aardvarks.
Kiss a girl, slay a hag
Feel the flavor freedom flag
Get up early, do your chores
Chase the murderer with the rancid pores
If I lose a belly blade
Divided beasts with faces flayed
Silver children make a fuss
Revelling in molten puss
Favorite patrons crack their death
With arteries of tinsel breath
Revolution purple fist
Pummeling your angel piss
Sour-powered wussy soul
Solid darkness goddess show
Wigging heirlooms through the hour
From the cradle, monster power
Waking up delicious ghost
They eat themselves from coast to coast
Dancing in their bandages
The victims glow leaving messages
Hear the commune cocaine blast
Earthly mothers with flattened chests
Sloping gardens mystic hours
Fried vibrations overpowered
In the mangles of their hair
Shattered spirits and underwear
Crazy wires fuse their brain
Drinking water sugar cane
Playing drums and broken flutes
Headless Gods and iron boots
Fearing wicked love control
Circus storm and demon skull
Entering the solar sphere
Planets meld crystal clear
Thrashing in the astral glow
Flashing in their fleshly show
Waking up delicious ghost
They eat themselves from coast to coast
Dancing in their bandages
The victims glow leaving messages
(Ya never know, maybe one day...
Especially with that theme tune.)
Roping steer
Sending unusual photographs of Jason Donovan to Dickens' descendants.
Kisssss a gurrrrllll, slaaaaaay a haaaaaag
Feeeeel the flavooooor freeeeeedom flaaaag
Turning turnips into tree frogs with a wave of her hand.
Unrelentingly in love with Rolf Harris' silky voice
Could be jespah, could be dys, could be Olav, could be Ashfnba ... (I'm not so close with my third brother, and thus, do not remember his name, oh wait, that means I'm not mean, he would never say something like this about himself ... or would he?...)
Wasting time by acting out 'Richard the Second' eight times a day
Well, you're not Jespah. She wouldn't go around pinching my clothes.
Admit it. You are also Harper, Johnny Rotten and Abu. I have ways of getting to all of your multiple personalities, Rick... heh.
Xanadu's only bike-messenger
True... *sighs* what are we going to do about Rick, Fortune?
Yoghurt Wrestling Federation's spokesperson
Zapping aliens with her ray-gun.
Oh, I think posting a certain pic in the gallery should do the trick.
(That or I'll blow up HIS boat!)
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