Mourning my worn out denim © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "FREE LIKE A FLYING DEMON" BY: E-TYPE BONUS QUOTE: "The finest clothing made is a person's skin, but of course, society demands something more than this." MARK TWAIN		Sigh! It was my longest relation to date, up until the last days when it literally fell apart I thought it would never end and in my memory I'll always fondle them as my favourite pair. Needless to say I'm not very happy at the moment but I guess it's like in the old proverb about it being better to have love and lost than never to have loved at all. Writing a song about it makes this my most personal parody to date, and in a way that's kinda sad too, but I needed to get it out of my system. Anyway, here's to you, my favourite pair of blue jeans, 1985 - 2007, R.I.P (Rest In Pieces). They are a rock and roll convention Upon that fact there is no serious dissention They followed me home the very one day when I first saw Them in a store and we've survived some pretty big brawls I thought we'd last some more, but they became seethrough For years and years we rolled, now I must get some new I'm mourning my worn out denim They've held back pork chops and beef Felt good in my worn out denim With me in nice times and strife I'm mourning my worn out denim Come Prozac take down my grief Felt free in my worn out denim This is a sad day in life Will I use latex in the future? Will someone die if they suggest some stronger sutures? I claimed there's guarantee, but I got no compassion They claimed my trousers' late, my jaw went out of fashion I thought we'd last some more, we've been through dogs and goo Past twenty years we rolled, but now the ride is through I'm mourning my worn out denim No more my youth can be patched I loved my ol' worn out denim I always cried when I stripped I'm mourning my worn out denim Through them my ass have been scratched I loved my ol' worn out denim Though once I bleed when I zipped Suggestions that I get from clerks are not worth a dime That flanell stuff is criminal on my sweet behind Felt free in... my denim... felt like a 501 steer Felt free in... my denim... I had an outstanding pair Felt free in... my denim... they could hold back twenty beers Felt free in... my denim... join in and let's say a prayer I'm mourning my worn out denim No more they'll cover my briefs I've lived with my worn out denim Closer to them than a wife I wonder; where's now my denim? In Heaven, that's my belief! I've buried my worn out denim This is a blue day in life © Peter Andersson 2007
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