*Wheeze* *Puff* *Pant* *Snuffle* © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "SEX, LOVE, DANCE, MUSIC" BY: SKEW SISKIN BONUS QUOTE: "If your only goal is to survive the next 60 minutes of your life, then your best strategy is to go to bed, alone. However, if you want to lower your lifetime risk of heart disease, then your best strategy is to fill the next hour with 60 minutes of moderate exercise." PAUL THOMPSON |
I try to scuttle but I ain't no sleuth Warmups have me short of air and I cough I got a stick man's lungs and thighs But I just wanna run out and get high So I run one mile and I flutter And it feels like I should implode Maybe I'll fall down in the gutter I wobble down the road, road, road I chant: *Wheeze* *Puff* *Pant* *Snuffle* And then: *Moan* *Gasp* *Hack* *Rattle* I lurch and drool and I oughta recede I'm such a fool that I always proceed I try so hard but with speed I'm a dud And I'm miles-obsessed, but move like mud When my legs start feeling like butter I can limp but soon I'll be floored Saliva's starting to sputter I'm crying out - I'm sore, sore, sore I chant: *Wheeze* *Puff* *Pant* *Snuffle* And then: *Moan* *Gasp* *Hack* *Rattle* I won't give up, stop and get cold That's a way to croak or so I'm told Duracell legs is my fantasy Falling to ground is the reality If I get back up I just trotter And I'll knock the heavenly door Come cops arrest me for squatter That I will plunk for, for, for I chant: *Wheeze* *Puff* *Pant* *Snuffle* And then: *Moan* *Gasp* *Hack* *Rattle* (The chorus continues for a while longer, one beat in front of the other) © Peter Andersson 2008 |
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