Ok, this little poem (or a variation of) was written during the function of the jaguar racing team in the 2000 australian grand prix at a famous restaurant in a famous melbourne hotel (oh btw, I served ablett and he was smacked off his tits.. pupils like pin pricks) oops gave too much away, anyhow, I was the bartender (the HEAD bartender <<-- those of U who know me, fuck U all I don't care
) and I was bored shitless and was calling a certain host upstairs and we were writing the poem.. goes a little somethhing like this..... (<<--- feel like a muso now
)
Monday's Child has dancing skills,
Tuesday's Child takes lots of pills,
Wednesday's Child thinks life's a joke,
Thursday's Child does lots of coke while Friday's Child loves a smoke,
Saturday's Child is just a junkie,
But Sunday's Child just goes to MONKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love Pete MAC!!!!!! :
))
anyhow
Synth
Monday's Child has dancing skills,
Tuesday's Child takes lots of pills,
Wednesday's Child thinks life's a joke,
Thursday's Child does lots of coke while Friday's Child loves a smoke,
Saturday's Child is just a junkie,
But Sunday's Child just goes to MONKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love Pete MAC!!!!!! :
anyhow
Synth