Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

you rascal you

I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you
You came into my house and took my wife to bed
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you

you asked my wife for some cabbage, you rascal you
you asked my wife for some cabbage, you rascal you
you asked my wife for some cabbage and you ate just like a savage
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you


you messed with my wife, you rascal you
you messed with my wife, you rascal you
you messed with my wife and now I'm gonna take your life
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you


I wonder what you got, you rascal you
I wonder what you got, you rascal you
I wonder what you got that makes my wife so hot
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you


I was listening to my jazz collection and was comparing the Cab Calloway and Louis Armstrong versions of this song.  What a message - not as strong as the Beatles - Run For Your Life - but pretty morbid nonetheless.

Back to your regularly scheduled stuff

Malinov

posted by: Malinov at 17:29 | link | comments |

Comments: