BLOGGING'S A LOSING GAME?
See me, I have no shame
Blogging's a losing game
Tongue in cheek, but it's all the same
Blogging's a caring game
My memory could be amazed
Yet it's been erased
I have nothing planned
My Brain could use a hand
Posts cannot be found
Please look all around
I'll get a helping hand
This blog's a futile stand
Have I lost my mind?
Blogging I'm sure you'll find
Somedays, can be unkind
By those who are unsigned
Just ignore the sods
Let them pray to their gods
You know I have no shame
Blogging's a funny game.
MY WAY...
Hello, my blog is here, and I must say my back is hurting
my blog's may bring a tear, and maybe a bit of flirting
I've blogged and broke the rule, And I've surfed t'internet highway
I've bored, but just one wish, I blogged it my way
My blogs, are blogged for you, but yeah I know that is pretention
I blogged what I had to blog, even with a great big correction
I have no plan or wooden horse, A careless post, blogged on a weekday
Oh yes, I've just one wish, to blog it my way
Yeah there were blogs, just one or two,
that didn't mean a thing to you
But through my blogs, I learnt to shout
I met new friends who helped me out
I typed them all, and had a ball
And blogged it my way
I've blogged, I've shed a tear, I've had my fill, my share of boozing
I stink but blogged all that, and can I say, in a fly-way
But no, oh no that's me, I blogged it my way
For what is a blog? What has it got?
A bit of fun, a bit of snot
To post the blogs in between meals
And not the blogs of my ideals
My blogging's slow, and God only knows
I BLOGGED IT MY WAAAAAAAAYYYYYY
I WANNA GO WI' BRITNEY!
Ah wanna go wi' Britney, but Herself will nae let me.
She says if ah go wi' Britney, that she's gonna hit me.
Oh ah wanna go wi' Britney, but Herself willnae let me
Oh no Oh me Oh my.
Ah think she's in a muddle, and she jist needs a wee cuddle
Ah think I'm the man tae show her fun, but Herself willnae let me gie' her one
Ah think she's in a bit o' a pickle, and needs a wee bit o' slap'n'tickle
Ah wanna go wi' Britney, But Herself willnae let me
She says if ah go wi' Britney that she'll throw me oot, and hit me.
Oh ah wanna go wi' Britney but Herself willnae let me
Oh me, Oh my.
Ah'll get ma leather troosers, and show her a' the boozers
Ah'd even shave ma heid, but widnae touch the weed
Ah could dry all her tears, that poor lass Britney Speirs
Ah jus' wanna comfort the lass, but Herself will gie' me a kick up ma a**
Oh ah wanna go wi' Britney, but Herself willnae let me.
Ah wanna go wi' Britney, but ma leathers dinae fit me
Oh ah wanna go wi Britney, just wan kiss, if she'll let me
Oh ah wanna go wi' Britney, but Herself said she'd hit me
Oh no, Oh me, Oh my.
A jist wanna comfort the wee lassie, ah think she's awfy sassy
Ah luv that Britney Spears, fur her ah'd shave ma ears
Ah wanna go wi' Britney, but Herself willnae let me
Ah wanna go wi' Britney Spears, Ah've fancied her fur years'n'years
Ah wanna go wi' Britney, but George W Bush willnae let me
Oh no, Oh, me, Oh my.
