Sunday, January 23, 2011

The Ballad of Low Ji Qing

[With apologies to Waylon & Willie]

Sniffers like smelly ol’ wallets and lightly worn panties,
Little warm puppies and cheese that is cut in the night,
Them that don’t know him won’t like him
And them that do sometimes won’t know how to take him,
He ain’t wrong, he’s just different but his pride won’t let him
Smell the things that make you think he’s right.

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be sniffers.
Don’t let ‘em lift wallets or drive them old trucks,
Let ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such.

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