If my name was Randy
I would summon my wife
And ask her to bring me
My good butcher knife.
And then I would threaten
To cut out my eyes
And fill the whole house
With my hideous cries.
And then I would stumble
To the iron frying pan
And lay my face on it
To become Burning Man.
If my name was Randy
Well, I just have to say
That I'd rather be slaughtered
By a hot gamma ray.
- Itchy Bondo
3 comments:
watch out with that axe, Randy Jean
Have a dandy margarita.
Just'a Randellin on, are ya
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