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I’ll run out of sonnets eventually. And then I intend to showcase my other songs.

I don’t normally sing other people’s songs, but I do make a few exceptions, and I also do spoofs occasionally. Here’s one on Bob Dylan’s “License to Kill”. You might want to hear him performing it with Mark Knopfler et al. first:

I’m looking forward to hearing D & K performing together live here in DK in 13 days’ time.

Here’s my version:

(If you’re listening, Bob, I promise to give you your share of the earnings.)

License to Grill

My neighbour thinks ’cause it’s summer now it’s time to barbecue
And the slightest hint of sunshine, then he will.
Oh, it’s only a quarter to four
And there’s smoke pouring in at my door.

Now, there’s a vegan on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to grill?

Now he’s drinking cans of lager, he’s taken off his shoes.
Soon he’ll fill himself with burgers that make him ill.
Then he’ll stay up half the night,
Very likely get into a fight.

Now, there’s a vegan on my block,
She just sit there facin’ the hill.
She say who gonna take away his license to grill?

Now, he’s roasting bits and pieces of chicken, pork and beef,
And he thinks this kind of cooking takes great skill.
He believes that the meaning of fun
Is getting very drunk in the sun,

But there’s a vegan on my block,
Sitting there in a cold chill.
She say who gonna take away his license to grill?

Yeah, he’s a noisemaker, troublemaker,
Lawbreaker, wiseacre,
Leaves no steak unturned.
You’d never guess that Geoff
was such a good chef.
That’s another sausage burned.

Now he worships at his altar with its stinking coals,
And when they’re glowing to perfection he’s fulfilled.
Oh, the man is opposed to fair play,
He wants it all and he wants it his way.

Now, there’s a vegan on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to grill?

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