Momma bought the trampoline From man on the corner With cobwebs in his hair And when I start to jump He always do stare
But when I start jumpin' My eyes do fail And I'm left with green skin And rabbit ears Don't know why There's somethin' to that ol' Trampoline
Maybe cobweb hair man Has cobweb magic An' his ol' eyes do possess that ***** To make me hallucinate Sick to my stomach My hands are now stones I am left cold straight to the bone
Years go by And cobweb voodoo do still go on So I get me a machete And start wackin at the ol' ***** Voodoo man ain't watchin' now Sky turn black Trampoline turn black too And it start oozing where I do wack
Still so much fun ***** might be voodoo But momma never knew And I always wanted a trampoline So thank you
Maybe I felt more like writing a story than a poem.