Hooooooooooooooooo boy!!! I luvs me a good MOTÖRHEAD vinyl I can throw on the old player. Haaaay wait a minute, this ain’t Motorhead. Wut the fugg is this? I tellz ya what it ain’t...it ain’t any damn good that’s waht is iz!
The lead sngier looks like Neil Diamond and Lemmy had a kid together, but mamma and pops are way cooler than this bastard. Lemme swig on this yaygur for a minute...fug, I spilled beer all over the mutt. Fuggin’ kennel is gonna think he’s been drinkin’ again. The ole lady better scrub him real good before our trip to CamaroLand.
Back to record. I write better songs with my guitar. I stick my cigrette between both strings and wail all nite long. Yeah, I only got two strings left on it. Times is bad, with unedumacated dopes in office. Fuzz in 2004. I hear this place in Washington state is home to policial parties...repubicans and the Democraps. Fug yeah! Sign me up for both partyz!
The rest of the band should pack it in and play jazz clubs. Miusc ain’t all that bad (yeh it am), but tehn again...wut the fecal is going on, it’s time for a nap…right after I polish off this case of moonshine.
