Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ragazzi-mental No. 51: Too Many Yokos!!

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzi-mental No. 51: Too Many Yokos!


...Don't wanna join your band;
too many Yokos.
Don't wanna hang with your crowd;
too many Yokos.
Don't wanna go to HOLLYWOOD;
too many Yokos with DICKS!
Don't wanna find the gold in El-Dorado;
Yoko'll split and take the booty.
(It's a NO-BRAINER, isn't it?)

...And I DON'T need a ride
this side of Paradise:
(You got it!)
Too many frickin Yokos.

As for going to Heaven? Absolutely NOT.
It's WAY-over-crowded with "You-know-who's!"
Outside of Condoms
I never wear a size 9. ("NUMBER NINE, NUMBER NINE")
And ALL because of YOKO.

...And I don't need a ride
this side of Paradise:
(You betch'a!)
Too many Yokos.

I don't go to New York City
(JESUS!)
Far too many Yokos.
I never go to Berlin town;
(MEIN GOTT!)
Too many Yokos.
St. Petersburg gets under my skin
(sp.? - DAS-VEE-DANYA!)
Yoko's there, wearing some dead critter
for a hat.

Still?... If you see me in ROME
I'll be gladly alone,
singing quite freely
on the DRY side of the rain.

...And I WON'T need a ride
this side of Paradise;
(Guess why?)
too many, blessed, Yokos...:)



c 2013/davedelacroix/Cavilli-Borgo/Piacenza-Italia. VIVE!!!