America, Land of My Dreams
The other day my young brother was giving me beans,
He begged me non-stop to use my cool Levis jeans.
So off my jeans and he goes to Amsterdam on a break,
To indulge in a load of joint and the odd space cake.
Six months later, America here I come,
Saved my money, going to have loads of fun.
New York, New York, more than it seems,
The city I longed to see, been there only in my dreams.
We land I head off to pick up by bag,
And guess what, a little fluffy dog comes to me and its tail begins to wag.
So I put down my sack,
And give the dog a pat on the back.
And guess what did I see,
Two seven-foot custom brick houses walking to wards me.
They lead me to a room and told me to take a perch,
They said it would be just a routine search.
In my cool Levis jeans was found a small silver ball,
With enough joint to get high on, I started to bawl.
They searched in places that caused excruciating pain,
Put a red stamp in my passport and marched me back on the plane.
So I thought I would share with you my trip to my dreamland,
The place I did not see because I have been banned.
But I did get some from America you see
I walked like a cowboy for three weeks after they searched me.
(It's in the Jeans Contest)
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