In my continuing effort to learn new stuff, I've decided to pick up on songwriting.
V1: Their names are Jude and Layla -- thanks to Eric and Sir Paul/
They’re stubby-legged and silly-looking, about nine inches tall/
Whenever we go on a walk, it’s such a funny game/
The comments that people make are always just the same:
(Spoken:)
Hey, Mister, what kind of dogs are those?
They’re Corgis.
Corgis? Huh. Never saw one that color before.
They’re Cardigans. Mostly what you see are the Pembrokes.
Oh.
V2: They don’t mind when I play guitar, they don’t mind when I sing/
They’re always glad to see me, no matter what I bring/
Whenever we go on a walk, it’s such a funny game/
The comments that people make are always just the same:
(Spoken:)
Hey, Mister, what kind of dogs are those?
They’re Corgis.
Corgis? Huh. Never saw one with a tail before.
They’re Cardigans. Mostly what you see are the Pembrokes.
How come they have tails?
Cause the breeders don’t cut them off like they do the Pembrokes.
(Repeat 1st verse and out ...)
1 comment:
I friggin' LIVE for the day you bust out "Don't Stop Believin'"
I really, really do.
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