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Feb 2015
i got up, after a dream of distraction


ya see i was having fun throwing methane smoothies on dad

trying to get rid of his old man look, so his next life can be superb

you see, as i was up there, i heard paul berenyi, say

i wanna beer with brian, i wanna have a beer with him

because we have chucked too much methane on my dad

his past living, will be dead ya see

then up came the mafia, and took me aside

and said to me, stop protecting ya daddy

or we’ll never protect you

you see i poured more methane on dad, yeah

i found that sort of rad, and other people said i was crazy

and i hate that word oh no

i would love to have a beer with brian

cause i think he’ll be rolling in dough

then the mafia said, ok, let’s take brian allan to the guest home, that’s cool

drinking with brian is cool yeah, and it breaks no rules

i am a family person, but people like me better as a hooligan oh yeah

because i wash my hands clean od all that nonsense of the past

but if ya want me to bring it back, your a flaming fool

asi tipped methane on top of dad and said go home, ya old fogie

the mafia went up to me and tipped a gallon of methane on me

to **** me telling the streets my previous life story

so they can plan or attack each person at random

i am not surprised i have come second class

i was stuck in a HOTEL singing i just haven’t met you yet

ya see everyone says, you must get up and say, gett the world

and leave brian, and anyone who has become his mate

mind you this causes an uproar with all the people who went to

the woden special school in the 80s, who met brian, and teased brian, badly

and each mate went up to brian, and said brian we just teased you

brian said i am not a freak, i don’t appreciate being called a freak briand said

and his mates said, how does it feel being called something you hate, brian

brian said, when i was young i was trying to be a little cool kid, to all my matea

so stop calling me a freak, looking like me, to scare me, ya ****

and they said, mate, we hate you brian, cause you used to **** ya pants

even though kids are inexperienced and i don’t **** my dacks as an adult

so leave me alone, i am a queer person, but the fungus on feet, isn’t that bad

it’s only the young dudes, who don’t want to catch diseases, they should get a life

that is what kids said in my generation

my feet are alright, ok, i don’t think it’s bad fungi

but i really can’t sit down for long enough to bathe my feet

what with my tapestries, and writing, and my mind races

i would want athena to rid it from up there

you see athena has fixed my mouth, so i don’t need to see a dentist

so brian, save the last dance for me, yeah, i am your best dream

julia clarke, i never liked ya at school, because you were with the nerds

i need athena, to rid my fungi and make me feel great by room to move

i still don’t think i am old enough for feet bathing athena

how would ya feel if you had ya old fogie squirted like ya dad

LEAVE YA DAD ALONE, OK, HE’S BETTY CAMPBELL
Written by
johnny georgy brown
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