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BOASTER   RAP


Sometimes the guys used to sit around chugging bird-beer 
Boasting of chicks they’d  held dear.
Some British guy started  in... Well, I was going out with some nice birds
We said - Oh man, don’t use  those British  words!

Listen,  there  was this chick once,   lemme   tell ya  the tale.
She liked to  chatter  all day and flirt
But man she was one piece of tail
Her name was  Robin  - always wore  a  sexy red  tee shirt,   

And  hey, I knew this Rhode Island  who was always looking for a  roll in the hay
Claimed she was a-looking  for  her eggs....  oh yeah  

Well Man,  birds of feather flock together   ( Shocking ! )
We   sure did a lot of flocking
Till she flew the coop with some guy,  some pal  
Who was a helluva snappy dresser  - always  kinda formal
Evening dress coats   -  used to swim in cold water a lot   you know?
Crazy swimming dude,  liked winter,  ice and snow

She was forever trying to  get me to build a  nest
I said no way baby  and strutted my colourful stuff – the finest.
Shucks, it wasn’t gonna be permanent,    but I could wing it with her
Then  go south,   take a powder, disappear
For a while,  you  know   - bit of  diving and soaring -
And maybe sometimes scoring   

British guy came back with this comment, like I never heard   
Oh really?  Well I have had a Rough-faced Shag
And a  Northern Screamer and a Wagtail who really knew how to wag.
But now I concentrate on only  one bird,  my T-bird.

These Brits always try to over-awe.
You know, that really sticks in my craw

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