“Mssing Ink”
(pete) Hey, what was that? (bryan)
What?
(pete) Man, I swear I saw somethin’,
right above that girl’s ass…
It could’ve been a,
top hat, stop mat, cop rat, or fat cat,
butterfly, firefly, the end all, one eyed,
a big snakin', earthquakin',
rose up, for goodness sakin',
out of the ashes, (on board with the masses),
they drew a hard liner, one timer,
bond of forever shiner,
cross, skull bones, hell tones,
or the troubled all alone,
north star, criss-cross, hot cars, a missed loss,
or the one and only, missed spelled baloney.
Where’s Your (Missing INK?) I Swear I Saw One On You.
I Must (have blinked) That Firmin' Chest So High Well Who Knew You,
Were a (dirty kink) Paintin' Your Ass Like a Pole Dancin’ Voodoo.
I Want Your (Missing INK!) I Swear I Saw One On You.
(pete) No way man, not that girl,
she’s too classy,
I’d bet my house her ass’s not painted!
(bryan) Ok buddy,
but I guarantee when she bends over,
that classy ass is gonna,
transform into a Tramp Stamp.
Awe look, here she goes, here she goes,
Haha, I told you!
(pete) Butt what was it, what was it?
(bryan) I don’t know.
It could’ve been a,
quick pickin', tongue lickin',
big prickin', phoenix,
a tombstone, bare bones,
or the one link between us,
heart shapin', mind breakin',
doodle takin, surf wakin',
classic old-fashioned, (sex with a passion),
lived in a modern time, borrowed time,
fine line, beat dead line,
all in one, time begun,
settin’ sun, my big guns,
neck names, long trains,
playin' games, made the same,
or big mistakes,
letterin’ out your mans name.
Where’s Your (Missing INK?) I Swear I Saw One On You.
I Must (have blinked) That Firmin' Chest So High Well Who Knew You,
Were a (dirty kink) Paintin' Your Ass Like a Pole Dancin’ Voodoo.
I Want Your (Missing INK!) I Swear I Saw One On You.
(pete) Awe man, now that was a good time.
And I told you that girl was a freak.
Now what was that she had painted,
right above her ass?
I bet it was a freakin’ coaster,
so I could have a place to set my beer!
(bryan) No, you were just hallucinating man.
Your mind was just dreamin’ about that big ’ol ass.
With a,
handle bar, boobie bar, a hard servin’ liquor bar,
two hand print, a hank spank, a red lippin' Bill cigar,
an arrow, sparrow, directions on where to go,
a jar of molasses, (or cheap sunglasses),
we'll shed a tear drop, beer spot, sheer hot, fear not
in the know, let her go, down below, nice and slow,
a big win, turn spin, all in, begin again,
I know you know faster, beware of disaster.
Where’s Your (Missing INK?) I Swear I Saw One On You.
I Must (have blinked) That Firmin' Chest So High Well Who Knew You,
Were a (dirty kink) Paintin' Your Ass Like a Pole Dancin’ Voodoo.
I Want Your (Missing INK!) I Swear I Saw One On You.
I Must (have blinked) That Firmin' Chest So High Well Who Knew You,
Were a (dirty kink) Paintin' Your Ass Like a Pole Dancin’ Voodoo.
I Want Your (Missing INK!) I Swear I Saw One On You.
(bryan) Missing INK,
is it all what’s it’s cracked up to be?
Hugh, Is it? Is it?
Let me know,
and I’ll make sure to keep tabs on 'em!
Oh, Your Missing INK!
Solo:
Music and Lyrics, 2012: Peter J. Beauchemin
