These lyrics were inspired by my new Friend, James, who decided to put 11 cheap plastic kazoos out of everyone's misery...and video'd himself doing it.
Kazoo Killer
Today I woke from a terminal dream
The gnomes in the garden heard my gurgling scream
None of them suspected that my burgeoning scheme
Might demand the fiery death of a kazoo.
The buzzing of a comb, the whispers of a gnome
Are enough to drive a normal man insane;
But the humming of kazoos is enough to fuel the blues
That infect the inner workings of my brain.
I'm a Kazoo Killer, baby,
That's just somethin' that I think you oughta know
Through the fire and the flame, you don't need to know my name,
All you gotta do is Hum...don't Blow..
Though she wanted to refuse, when I told her she must choose,
She supplied me with my objects of desire.
I had nothing left to lose, when I fed her 12 kazoos
To the curling skeins of cleansing propane fire.
While the colors streamed and ran, I continued with my plan
And hummed until the 'zoos had turned to sludge.
Though the last kazoo was dead, it could truly then be said
I'm the kind of man who's known to hold a grudge.
Yeah, I'm a Kazoo Killer, baby,
I think that's something' that you really oughta know
Through the fire and the flame, you don't need to know my name;
All you gotta do is Hum...don't Blow.
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Clock, where did you get my old family photo? Hmm. I am also missing a 6 pack and my sister can't find her pink undies. Hmm.
What elephant?
Bud light!?!?!?!?!?!?
And now, for something totally different....
Ah, yes! A classic example of Kazoistani popular culture (or lack thereof).
I tried to stay away from this thread, I really tried, but I just couldn't help myself.
My grandfather came over from Kazoosatann.