Some song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s wrinkled old black and white snapshot is the one of me and Jane Russell grinning riding our bicycles on the sidewalk in Hollywood in 1953.

‘I kiss your pimple…’
‘Bubble-love creature, yeah, yeah!’
‘Wader-baby, ink sod, you creeping on girl.’
‘Ooh ooh ooh… ooh…’
‘The sun is looking outa jail babe.’
‘This worm is yours, eye-e-eye, eye-e-eye…’
‘Whip me cheese, oh, oh, oh, oh.’
‘Sheep pepping? Yeah girl I never thought…’
‘Have a love – shave in the morning.’
‘Heading wet pain, heavy ears, and home again.’
‘The songs that taste the Camembert.’
‘Bulletin, eyelid, happiness, sweetheart!’
‘Hope someday shave my gnome again.’
‘Hairy barbs, ties, sherry pies, flies…’
‘Deeds change words lover, discover!…’
‘Do-do, do-do, do-do, do-do…’
‘You kept yourself a bar, kinda ass-like.’
‘The farm truth thing and the oh-oh cards…’
‘In the night, a worthless party, idiot glossy heart!’
‘Broke my organ, here I go meringue terrible.’
‘A mighty wave, I been ass on de-ground.’
‘A mound am I, a morning sigh, gimme the trinket…’
‘Make it pie! I’m flying running now…

If you’d like to know how these lines are compiled, please click here.

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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