Imagine if you will the sleepless nights without number, the weary pacing of dimly lit rooms, the smoking of cigarette after cigarette, white line after white line of top quality cocaine, the heady aroma of hashish permeating the stale and sweaty atmosphere, the furried brows and impatient pens which ultimately bore fruit with this immortal couplet:
Wake me up before you go-go,
Don’t leave me hanging on like a yo-yo.
Quality rhyming by the lads there.
(OK so you don’t hear it often but once is surely enough)
These don’t actually rhyme - they’re just pronounced the “crunk way”:
Flo’ (floor)
Do’ (door)
Mo’ (more)
Sto’ (store)
Go
Hoe (whore)
Blow
Flow (actually flow but pronounced the same as floor)
Slow
I love Bowling for Soup, but I’m tired of hearing Jaret rhyme “sorry” with “Ferrari.” I bet he - despite some commercial success - does not and has not ever owned one.