Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Summer Samba? Bossy Bossanova?

[Set to a familiar tune]

Fat and pale and kind of pudgy
The accountant from Dulth goes trudging
And as he stumbles and kind of fumbles, goes, "Unhhhh..."

When he talks, he always mumbles
A man who cheats and sweats and bumbles
And as he stumbles and kind of fumbles, goes, "Unhhhh..."

Yes, and he sunburns so badly--
How can he not know he's blistered?
Yet each day on his slouch to the sea
He scratches just like he has fleas....

Pudgy-soft and smudgy and so pale
The accountant from Duluth is just like a whale
And as he crumbles and itches and fumbles, goes "Uhhhhh...."

Oh, can he tell they're all laughing?
Please swap the rum for some sunblock!
I think he's actually sizzling--
But he sneaks 'round a corner to pee
And then he's betrayed by a sneeze!
Fat and pale and kind of pudgy,
The account from Duluth is always judging
And when he does so, he frowns, he knows he's a clown.
But he refuses to see...
No, he just won't see...
He'll never see...
He'll never see...

5 comments:

CGHill said...

Guffaw induction: High.

Roberta X said...

Thank you!

I'm disgustingly happy with some of the rhymes.

BGMiller said...

I even heard it in my mind in a sultry female voice with Latin American accent.

Sigh.....


Pretty sure that tune will be stuck in my head tomorrow at work.

BGM

BobG said...

LOL. New treatment for an old earworm.

Rob K said...

You are a genius! I could hear it perfectly in my head.