Sunday, July 10, 2011

Ham 'b - urgh

Hamburg, oh Hamburg
I don't know a turd
About your buurt
There's water, I guess
And a volcano crater
Some well-hung penetrators
Big bootie-breasted hormone-helpers
Much of a mood-elevator
So-called mind-traitor
Biologically rooted thought-shaper
Give me more of that earth-skraper
Don't let me work as a gay baker
I thought more of salt 'n pepper
A girl-trapper
Guitar-raper
I'll always say "See you later"
No time for old wall-tapers
Have a need to go and break her
To burn down my house with a newspaper.

Friday, July 8, 2011

My Black Nijmegen Neerbosch-Oost Sunshine

How bizarre
It's making me crazy
Every time I see your face
Broad smile
That's my black sunshine
I see you rarely on the streets
When I'm playing the ball
Or eating in that nice restaurant
Ugala III
I see you walking in
With that bootywalk
And I don't know
If I could ever talk
Sense into my feeling
My Black Sunshine
I guess you're only 16
And although I don't know your name
You make me happy
Every time
I see you walking in
That nice restaurant
Ugala III, or is it II
I don't know
I only see your light
Shining like fresh water
You make good taste
You make good mood
You made my food
You made my day
How bizarre
I'd like to see you starr
As the sunshine of my life
At least in parts
Because I guess you are expensive
In terms of what you need
How bizarre!
How bizarre!