There’s A Wasp In My Harmonica.
(Verse 1)
One lonesome day,
I took out my harmonica;
And I was about to play,
When I heard a buzzin’
I thought nothin of it;
But when I put my lips to it,
I gone and cried out “Oh Shit”.
(End Verse 1)
(Chorus)
There is a Wasp in my harmonica,
the squirrely little bastard;
It stung up all me mouth,
With techniques well mastered;
And as I cry mama,
It says “Who’s your daddy”;
Because there’s a wasp in my harmonica,
and it really freakin’ hurts.
(End of Chorus)
(Verse 2)
So as the bugger, stung me,
I called for an ambulance;
But they said I was to far away,
And said there was no chance;
So I called my friend Santa Claus,
the one who can Dirty Dance;
And said “Get your ass o’r here cause”
(End Verse 2)
(Chorus)
(EPIC SOLO GARBLE MUFFINS!!!1!!!)
So then my friend showed up,
(After circling the world o’ course);
And said “Your lips are blowed up”
“You look kinda like a horse”
I said “Drive me home,
before I’ve shown ya
how to eat a fist”.
(Chorus)
(Finale)
And IT’S……OUT!!!!
(Crazy Musical shtuff then fade)
I was thinking this could be like a faux-country song for Erudecorp (Elliott and Myself’s band), and Elliott, this is just what I thought of when you said “There’s A Wasp In My Harmonica”, so you should suggest/write lyrics as you feel fit.
I dunno, I just took a shot at it. XD
Well, I don’t know what Elliott will say, but I think it freakin’ rocks! I was cracking up in the first verse. It’s 8 o’clock in the morning and you already made my day. :]
@2 years ago