Wow, I totally forgot that this is why I decided to do Mangos as my Nym. Some people had asked and I said it was many years ago and I've forgotten, well as I was looking through some of my old cds, I totally forgot this song existed until I saw it and remembered that I was listening to it when I had to come up with a new AIM screen name and thus Sixthmango was born. So here it is, from one of my favorite bands Phish.
THE MANGO SONG
Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees
Slander on wrap paper ties
Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes
Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please
Ramble while slop scraper sighs
Tossing in his bed at night he'll dream until he dies
Operations at the sink
The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes
Feels it tilt and start to slide
Mask a pretty hopper's foot with squeeze cheese
Dangle some grape apple pies
Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway
Keeping in the tradition of posting lyrics like some other people's. Oh yes, and I added my good friend Eternal Youth of Antiquity to my links, go check out her blog. It's here. http://huizingashamper.blogspot.com/
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