Boaster Rap
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
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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