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Throw Mama Under The Swedish Train
By La Belle Rouge


Come all ye vampyres, come ye bats
and ye witches wearing those funny hats.
No time to argue, no time to explain.
Throw ye Mama from the broom or plane.
Whatever mode of travel she embraces
get rid of her, let there be left no traces
of her ugly nose warts or squinty eyes.
Do it NOW, I’ll accept no silly alibis.
Squash her big belly and bigger mouth.
I’m not ready yet to go back to the South.
I like it here in foreboding Mateos Castle.
I’ll take no more of Ole Mama’s hassle.
Enough of this drama, enough of this pain
Throw Mama off the broom, under the train!


Watch her go splat on the track below
til there’s nothing much left of her to show.
Where is that buzzard when you need him
and you have some Mama meat to feed him?
She might have birthed Edvard ages ago
but I keep him happy, so she’s gotta go.
Mama Mia she could never ever be,
with a face even a vampire loathes to see.
Poor Edvard can’t burn the candle at both ends.
Mama’s personality with mine never blends.
So farewell Mama, bon voyage Ole Lady….
Go find a blind pimp in Port A Prince Haiti.


10/8/2009 La Belle Rouge




Music "Spooky Sam"