(To the obvious tune.)
Ever since I was a young boy, I've played suspended chords.
From G-Maj down to A-Flat, in SCA and in the Hordes,
But I ain't seen nothing like it, on any old finger boards.
That tone deaf and rhyme kid
Sure drives us out our gourds!Even on my favorite Gibson, he can beat my worst.
Teeny-boppers lead him in, to a hall about to burst.
Got clumsy pickin' fingers, and even dumber words;
That tone deaf and rhyme kid
Sure drives us out our gourds!I thought I was the rap & go-go king
But I just handed my microphone to him.How do you think he does it?
I don't know!
What makes him so ba-ad?He squirms like a ferret, that ate too many beans.
Always uses cuss words, never sings it clean.
Belongs in an institution, the digits count his "reds",
That tone deaf and rhyme kid
Sure drives us out our heads!
(For the musically challenged, the tune is Pinball Wizard, by The Who.)