Eat your heart out Sir Paul

I don’t get it. Why doesn’t anyone appreciate my mad song skillz?

Take this morning for example. All I get are dark stares when I start singing…

And though the cupboards bare
I’ll still find something there for my lunch
It’s understood
Tomatoes they’re in my lunch
And my lunch… does it… gooooooood
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
My lunch does it goooooooood.

You people have no taste.

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7 Responses to Eat your heart out Sir Paul

  1. Les says:

    You’re eating tomatoes for lunch and you’re telling us we have no taste!?

  2. buddha says:

    I don’t see anything wrong with it. As a matter of fact I find it kind of “Gitchy”..

  3. JustAGirl says:

    LOL!!!You are frightening sometimes…it’s as if we share DNA…

  4. GeekMan says:

    And now the question is;

    What is ‘it’ that your lunch does so ‘good’?

    I bet it gives you gas…

  5. Ric The Schmuck says:

    Your song spurs another, though not original like yours. A movie theme. “Attack of…., the killer tomato’s…..”

  6. SgtGrump says:

    JustAGirl: “it’s as if we share DNA…”

    That is really, really scary.

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