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