Brilliant!

“Dude those lyrics, are like, man, they’re like genius!”

And that’s what we’re about today, on our very second-to last installment of Twisted Mix-Tape Tuesday before sabbatical.

Now, I could literally run with this theme, five songs a day, for the next several years. But I won’t. And I also didn’t inflict any undue mental exhaustion by trying to choose the “best of the bunch” either.

No, what follows instead are the lyrical giants for me that deal with topics quirky, topics not normally brought to light in polite society. And to that end, I suppose we’d have to start with the grand daddy of them all…

Followed by a little gender identification sing-a-long…

Before we see if anyone would care for another dose?

Because we all know that we sometimes just don’t fit in…

Until of course, someone loves us true.

And for today’s bonus track, well, I’m hoping that at least some of you will have seen this one coming. I mean, the week’s prompt was about “genius lyrics,” after all…

The Adventures of Boba

Friday Fictioneers, here we go!

Copyright – Beth Carter

“I’m freakin’ Boba Fett, baby!

I’m the slam dance, cardiac arrest king of mofo, daddy-o! You can’t stop me.

Can.

Not.

STOP!

I’m flyin’ through hyperspace on hyperbole. Diggin’ the fascinatin’ rhythm of life, distorting it, blowing it right out its own ASS, Freakman!

These roads are my personal vagina, Nerdsville. I slide up n’ down ‘em until we both blow our freakin’ tops – slamming them hard into submission, Johnny Paper Hat!

I am a freakin’ Man-God, you Douchsicles.”

“That’s all well and good, Mr. ‘Fett,’ but I’m still going to need to see your license and registration, please.”

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Thought I should lighten up a bit. Happy Friday kids =)