David's raps - from Tom Loredo

"Four lane dance" (Intro to "Saturday They'll all be back again")

The driver right in front of me is making a mistake.
He's stopping on the entrance ramp waiting for his break.
The more he hits his brake, the bigger break he's gonna need,
When a little break is plenty if he'd just get up to speed.

So I say: Move, and you'll have your place;
Don't sit waitin' on the human race.
Just *go*, you got your chance;
You can't be timid in the four lane dance...

Well, now he's got it *parked* there and he's looking back behind,
Leaning out the window hoping someone will be kind
Enough to stop and wait and hold the traffic flow,
And still he's not quite confident there's room for him to go.

So I say: Move, and you'll have... (as above)

You know, the freeway's just a lesson in the way you drive your dreams.
If you think you'll never make it, well then that's the way it seems.
But if you'd think that it'd be easy, well then easy it would be.
Why, just a foot between the bumpers has been room enough for me!

So I say, move.....


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"Boob Job"  (Intro to "Leave it Like It Is")

She had some extra money,
she wanted to buy time.
Her friends said it was dangerous
but they couldn't change her mind.
She did it for her mirror,
and for the ocean's summer sand.
She just laid down to that scalpel
that was in the surgeon's hand.

"She got a boob job."
"She got a *what*??"
"A *boob* job!"
"No!"
"Yeah!--
Put a pad of silicone
up against her breastbone;
treat her like a man-made thing."

Well the surgeons try to tell you that
the world will love you better
if you let 'em cut your body
and make those mounds inside your sweater.
Just think of the investment,
how long those things will last.
You see, silicone is permanent,
even after you have passed.
When the rest of you has faded
in some box under some stones,
you'll still have your silly-cones
balanced on your bones!

"She got a boob job."
"She got a *what*?" (as above)


Both raps presumably copyright (c) David Wilcox.