Tuesday, April 29, 2008

The ice cream truck. Harbinger of spring with it’s cloyingly sweet song of Red Wing. It sticks in the mind like the Small, Small World song at Disneyland. Here are the actual lyrics of that nasty ice cream truck song. They only play the chorus, of course…over and over and over…
Above is the gay warrior doing his nails by the creek. His fag hag. And the ice cream truck!

Red Wing

There once was an Indian maid,
A shy little prairie maid,
Who sang a lay, a love song gay,
As on the plain she’d while the day away.

She loved a warrior bold,
This shy little maid of old,
But brave and gay, he rode one day,
To battle far away.

(Here’s the banal chorus that plays over and over and over and over…)
Now, the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
The breeze is sighing, the night bird’s crying,
For afar ‘neath his star her brave is sleeping,
While Red Wing’s weeping her heart away.

She watched for him day and night,
She kept all the campfires bright,
And under the sky, each night she would lie,
And dream about his coming by and by.

But when all the braves returned,
The heart of Red Wing yearned,
For far, far away, her warrior gay,
Fell bravely in the fray.

(Banal chorus)

The bitch never had a chance with her “brave and gay warrior gay” anyway.

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