On the song "Polka Dot Undies" by Bowser and Blue, there are parts where you think he's gonna rhyme say the word that rhymes but doesn't. (Like on the second line, I thought he was gonna say 'fuck', when I first heard it.) Someone reproduce it like that for me! (I could do it myself, but I don't wanna.)
Here are the lyrics.
Well, I went for a drive in my pickup truck.
I picked up my girl, 'cause I wanted to
Show her my gloves, 'cause she had on her mitts,
And I blushed brightly when she showed me her
Perfume that she buys whenever Avon calls,
So I took off my pants, and I showed her my
Polka-dot undies!
My polka-dot undies!
Yeah, my polka-dot undies from Miracle Mart.
I said, "Look, be careful, I think I'm gonna
Turn a sharp corner, and go up on the grass."
She leaned out the window, and I thought I saw her
Pointing to something that flashed by real quick.
She said, "Hey, look at that! It looks just like your
Polka-dot undies!"
Polka-dot undies!
Yeah, my polka-dot undies that I wear back-to-front.
She smiled and she said, "Have you seen my
Brother's new car? The one that he stole?"
Then she asked me to look up her
Whole damn family, and I went into shock
When I found out it was her sister who really liked
Polka-dot undies!
Polka-dot undies!
Yeah!
(instrumental)
Well, I took her out to dinner, but on one thing she was firm:
She'd swallow almost anything, except for
Stories that her brother didn't like birds,
But hung around leather bars, and liked to eat
Fish and chips, and he still sucked his thumb.
I said, "I don't mind!" And she kissed me on my
Polka-dot undies!
My polka-dot undies!
I kissed her softly, and I said, "I'll tell you what.
Let's roll up the windows, and I'll eat your
Last bar of chocolate - the one that's in the parcel."
She said, "No, no, no", and she called me a
Taxi. And I said, "I beg your pardon!
But get me home real fast before I lose my
Polka-dot undies!"
Polka-dot undies!
The moral of this story, like a jewel it is gleamin'.
But you'll never find it in a glass of warm
Milk or tea, 'cause it will not fit,
And you probably already think I am full of
Vague innuendos and double-meanin' rhymes.
But I'll tell you that obscenity is all in your
Polka-dot undies!
Your polka-dot undies!
Yeah, your edible undies!
Your polka-dot undies!
Yeah!
― Nowell, Sunday, 22 August 2004 02:40 (twenty-one years ago)
OK. Whatever.
My name is Noel, I'm 15 and female. I hate when I'm told that I'm wise beyond my years, cuz it feels like the people who tell me that are just being bogus. (You know how teenagers get all pissy when people give them compliments.) But I still feel like - and I feel strangely guilty about this - that I'm the only kid who knows anything and feels any empathy.
Did you just make Aja up on the spot?
― Nowell, Sunday, 22 August 2004 08:26 (twenty-one years ago)
Fuck. I accidently did that. I did not mean to reference Cobain' suicide note; I swear, was not thinking about that at all.
Anyways, I'm a fifteen year old Nirvana fan. I just find Cobain and his life and mind fascinating. And the people that were around him.
It's just one of THOSE things. You know.
― Nowell, Sunday, 22 August 2004 08:36 (twenty-one years ago)