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Well, this one is from a true story from my days as a dancer.
I remember I hated going there, and i hated dancing with the girls. I was very afraid of this one girl that was a fair bit bigger than me, and every time I ended up dancing with her.
I even have a melody for this. The text isn't finished and lacks some rythm and rhymes along with some spelling errors. Bear with me
Rumba with McGee
In the community house, with a red tie and quite shy
sits the littlest boy in the dancing school and knows he's about to die
'Cause mrs. carpenter has said, "little girls, engage!"
But they are really not that small, and besides they are more
Now he hears the distant rumble of the buffalo flock
it hammers in heels on the floor as the horde goes amok
In mute panic he grasps for the nearest hand -a miss
he whispers a silent "Mom, must it end like this?"
One, two, three
side, forward
And ooooone foot down
The floor is squeaking
Something heavy is on the way
With his teeth showing like, to a grin
It's closing in
And after oooonnne, twooooo, threee
She has tightened her grip
If that sort of thing can be called a she
She's the size of a small tractor, her name's McGee
She's the county champion in everything thats heavy or to be thrown with a swing
He looks at her.. thinking. -Well this could be interesting
One, two, three
side, forward
And oooone foot down
The floor is squeaking
Something heavy is on the way
With his teeth showing like to a grin
It's closing in
And after ooonnne, twooooo, three..........
----
...
In the morning, there's silence in the community house
Just the janitur, mr Joe, some flies and a single mouse
He has just washed the floors, stops to shake his head
In his hand he's holding a tie that's... red!
Ooooone, twooooo, threeee
side, forward
And ooooooone foot down
And noone here knows where he could be
last seen in a, scary, rumba with McGee
I remember I hated going there, and i hated dancing with the girls. I was very afraid of this one girl that was a fair bit bigger than me, and every time I ended up dancing with her.
I even have a melody for this. The text isn't finished and lacks some rythm and rhymes along with some spelling errors. Bear with me
Rumba with McGee
In the community house, with a red tie and quite shy
sits the littlest boy in the dancing school and knows he's about to die
'Cause mrs. carpenter has said, "little girls, engage!"
But they are really not that small, and besides they are more
Now he hears the distant rumble of the buffalo flock
it hammers in heels on the floor as the horde goes amok
In mute panic he grasps for the nearest hand -a miss
he whispers a silent "Mom, must it end like this?"
One, two, three
side, forward
And ooooone foot down
The floor is squeaking
Something heavy is on the way
With his teeth showing like, to a grin
It's closing in
And after oooonnne, twooooo, threee
She has tightened her grip
If that sort of thing can be called a she
She's the size of a small tractor, her name's McGee
She's the county champion in everything thats heavy or to be thrown with a swing
He looks at her.. thinking. -Well this could be interesting
One, two, three
side, forward
And oooone foot down
The floor is squeaking
Something heavy is on the way
With his teeth showing like to a grin
It's closing in
And after ooonnne, twooooo, three..........
----
...
In the morning, there's silence in the community house
Just the janitur, mr Joe, some flies and a single mouse
He has just washed the floors, stops to shake his head
In his hand he's holding a tie that's... red!
Ooooone, twooooo, threeee
side, forward
And ooooooone foot down
And noone here knows where he could be
last seen in a, scary, rumba with McGee