The blues.

[floogamaboo]

Dear (mojo),                                                                 (B.B. King reference;  Don't get it, then don't ask.)

Well, I think I'm gonna write a blues song, right here, right now, because all I have to make is about four lyrics and repeat them at random order.  I just had a splendiferous time eating pizza, drinking Mountain Dew, and watching Muddy Waters screech, "I'm the boogie king," and, "I'm feelin' alright," and something along the lines of, 'Waaaaaaaaaah!"
    I think I'm going to put a "Waaaaaaaaaah!" in my song.  More songs need that.  Anyways, here it is:
*Insert generic blues line on guitar.*

Yeah, you've got me down.
Oh yeah, you've really got me down.
You've got me so down, that I think I'll just stay here, tonight.
You've got me down, but I guess I'm doing alright.
Yeah, I guess I'm doing alright.
I'm doing alright, even though you've got me down, tonight.
Damned clock.
Waaaaaaaaaah!
Damned clock, oh how you've got me down.
(Some guy in the distance:  "Sing it, white boy!")
Waaaaaaaaaah!
You've got me so down, that I think I'll just stay here, tonight.
Alriiiiii*riffing*iiiight.

Well, did you like it?  I call it "Waaaaaaaaaah (Damned Clock)".

Waaaaaaaaaah,
Evan