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letra de ramboing - leslie fish

(intro)
for all the ills that plague mankind, there is a certain cure
for neighbors rude and rowdy and for prigs sublime and pure
for holier-than-thous and nasty children by the store
there is one man who shows the way, salvation is his store

(verse 1)
your boss is full of fertilizer, but he’s still the boss
you thereforе labor mightily to his gain and your loss
he hassles and torments you, nags and plaguеs you day and night;
take heart, o pilgrim, there is hope, redemption is in sight

(verse 2)
and as for politicians, well, need anymore be said?
their fingers are all in the till, their skulls are made of lead
you’ll never vote the b-st-rds out, for guess who runs the game
and no use yelling for the law, the cops are just the same
(chorus)
so let us go a-ramboing among the live grenades
yes, let us go a-ramboing, all lively youths and maids
with an uzi in the left hand and machete in the right
o let us go a-ramboing out on the town tonight!

(verse 3)
your neighbor mows his lawn at 3 a.m. on sunday morn
and thanks to him you often wish that you were never born
especially when, after hours and one too many brews
he alternates ms. dolly p. with polka tunes and blues

(verse 4)
your neighbor’s children play their wars at most unholy hours
and recreate guadalc-n-l among your shrubs and flowers
they decorate your trees with tissue normally found on rolls
and excavate your driveway like so many little moles

(chorus)
so let us go a-ramboing among the live grenades
yes, let us go a-ramboing, all lively youths and maids
with an uzi in the left hand and machete in the right
o let us go a-ramboing out on the town tonight!
(verse 5)
your other neighbor has been saved and wants to save you too;
he’ll gladly tell you endlessly exactly what to do
just put your soul into his hands, you’ll go and sin no more
don’t drink or smoke or anything, but be (like him) a bore

(verse 6)
sweet polite persuasion here will bring you no relief
for those who yield to reason aren’t the kind that cause you grief
so when you’ve had it up to here, and fear you’ll grow unhinged
it’s no more mr. nice guy, let’s go out and get revenge

(verse 6)
yes, there is a solution to the grafter, bore, and prude
the idiot who bosses you, the neighbor brute and rude
just take up arms against the sea of troubles, toil, and fuss
what’s good enough for the new john wayne is good enough for us!
(outro)
so let us go a-ramboing among the live grenades
yes, let us go a-ramboing, all lively youths and maids
with an uzi in the left hand and machete in the right
o let us go a-ramboing out on the town tonight!

- leslie fish

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