The Yammerer
Sung to the tune of, THE WANDERER by Dion and the Belmonts.
Oh well, I’m the type of guy who will never compromise
When I whistle and I yell, you know that I’m around
I hate ’em and I hate ’em ’cause to me they’re all the same
I squeeze ’em and I squeeze ’em and everbody knows my name
They call me the yammerer
Yea, the yammerer
I roam around, around, around, around
Oh well, there’s Lek on my left and there’s Noi on my right
And Jasmine is the girl that I’ll be with tonight
And when she asks me, which one I love the best
I tear open my shirt, where my face is tattooed on my chest
‘Cause I’m the yammerer
Yea, the yammerer
I roam around, around, around, around
Oh well, I roam from street to street, I go through life without a care
And I’m as happy as a clown
I with my two fists of iron but I’m going nowhere
I’m the type of guy who likes to meet and greet
I’m never in one place, I roam from street to street
And when I find myself, a fallin’ for some facts
I hop right in that ‘Benz of mine, until I’m back on track
Yea, ’cause I’m the yammerer
Yea, a yammerer
I roam around, around, around, around
‘Cause I’m a yammerer
Yea, a yammerer
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This blog previously published on February 5th, 2014 at THAILAND FOOTPRINT and can be found at: http://wp.me/p33ZZ6-1gc