Something Funky
Nanana was my favorite chic freak of the weak
Saturday evening at the bar I was hitting my peak
The golden sun glistened glowing on her pinkish hair
In the mourning I said hey baby what you doing here?
I came in for something funky don’t you know
Like front row tickets for the fashion show
I am a lover and a fighter like two is two
I came in for something funky and that’s you
At Sunday morning service they played the honkey-tonk
The lesbian reverend was preaching on the wages of zonk
We were full of the spirit rolling up and down the aisles
The children hit the sacred wine bursting with bubbly smiles
I came in for something funky don’t you know
Like front row tickets for the fashion show
I am a lover and a fighter like two is two
I came in for something funky and that’s you
Monday morning I awoke to relive the nine to five
Nanana was cooking bacon and eggs to survive
I said darling I need some coffee and I need it hot
She smiled showing all her golden teeth “Oh damn I forgot”
I came in for something funky don’t you know
Like front row tickets for the fashion show
I am a lover and a fighter like two is two
I came in for something funky and that’s you
Rats running in the maze run alone
Love is a mystery with so much unknown
He is a she or she is a he confusion avails
The muted poet he spins the best tales
The weddings in late March she bursts out without a look
My time of month was stolen most likely by a crook
Smiles on her face transformed to a hurricane of tears
There are things that frighten you and then there are real
fears
I came in for something funky don’t you know
Like front row tickets for the fashion show
I am a lover and a fighter like two is two
I came in for something funky and that’s you
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