For no good reason, I spontaneously started writing Beck lyrics earlier today. I do hope this doesn't mean that teams of 10,000,000-year-old alien lawyers will descend in silver spaceships to reallocate my pengram chips or whatever.
Anyway: the contest is, finish the song! Points off for making any sense at all.
Drip-dry modem in a wet dream parking lot
Gettin' strangled in the tangle of a carburetor hum
Flash flood humping in a mousehole packet
With a Krispy Kreme coffee and a paper bag bum
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Throwin' down changes like a microclimate
Never chump out because I'm always rhymin'
Disney phantoms leap at the bell of Boston
Here's my trumpet, let's get blowin' often
On second thought, maybe that's not Beck...
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