On the Chalk Side
On the way to work today, I am absent-mindedly resting on radio channels, let it sit for a bit on the hip-hop station. The hip, deep-voiced dj says, "You know? Every now and then I have to break it down for all you white people out there." Slight, silent pause.
Then the electronic whistle-like sound from the beginning of House of Pain's "Jump Around". And all this laughter with them in the studio background. The dj chimes in "Jump, jump, jump ..." and I start to laugh my ass off, smack the steering wheel, and bob my ironic white-boy ass in the bucket seats of my little gold car.
Then the electronic whistle-like sound from the beginning of House of Pain's "Jump Around". And all this laughter with them in the studio background. The dj chimes in "Jump, jump, jump ..." and I start to laugh my ass off, smack the steering wheel, and bob my ironic white-boy ass in the bucket seats of my little gold car.