Posts Tagged ‘France’


Burfurd flies around the country / to the talk radio stations

paying them to badmouth / corporate regulations

Burfurd built a new stadium / charged it to tax-payers

he bought another governor / and a dozen more mayors

Burfurd keeps having dreams of tall guillotines

he gets out of bed at three A.M.

and kicks the poodle Darlene

freaking rags to riches / are the words on his bumper-sticker

truth be known he bumped his parents off / to get their money quicker

his wife Babs drinks a lot / because she likes to dance

Burfurd really hates to dance / and he won’t take her to France

Burfurd keeps having dreams of tall guillotines

Babs says “get a shrink boy,

he’ll tell you what it means”

high noon at the mansion / on a hot summer hill

Babs pours another Bourbon / to take away the chill

she finds Burfurd with the maid / poolside guest-house bed

she grabs the gardener’s weed-whacker / off with hubby’s head

Burfurd no longer dreams of tall guillotines

his head is in the basket

with Louie’s and the Queen’s

copyright G.A. Miller

Big Potato ( Pomme de Terre )

looks like a big potato / it’s made of solid rock

it’s coming through our front doors / it’s not gonna knock

it’s a giant asteroid / our names are written on it

holy guacamole Mary / put on your Easter bonnet

big potato

conservatives will be happy / knowing the French’ll get fried

until they feel that tsunami / up their big backsides

roaches will survive / keep truckin’ – that’s their motto

I’m talkin’ big potato / or as my dog will say “rorato”

rig rorato

I do not care for roaches / you probably feel the same I guess

I had to stomp on six just yesterday / but hey, I guess I digress

I’m in the Du-Drop Inn / below our shaky dam

B-52s on the jukebox / frosty mug of Hamms

I duck out to the alley / you can’t smoke in the joint

the city don’t like smokers / I guess the had a point

big potato

copyright – G.A. Miller