home from work, i pull into the driveway, blasting the ‘oogie boogie’ song from ‘nightmare’ [i REALLY like my music loud on the way home from work]. as i get out of the car, the garage slugs are laughing at my musical selection, as usual. on my way through the garage, i try to acertain the whereabouts of my mail [there is none, it's a mail holiday], wait for zakk to try and get me to go out for burgers [he doesn't] and trip over a drumstick and some amp cords. as i step into the house i hear frank, who has been strumming on a guitar, sing me a little ditty…
“o-o-o-o-oh, zakk’s mom is home from work,
and finds her garage is full of jerks…”
geeks.
.: a trio of garage slugs :.
.: frank :.
.: nick :.
I can’t wait for my son to have his own crew of jerks.
it’s SO much fun
sometimes you can get them to carry groceries or wash your car or clean out the garage!
usually you’re feeding them, washing a million soda/water/juice glasses, stepping over them in the living room while they play video games or yelling “TURN THAT DOWN! you KNOW that poor neighbor-lady is pregnant, geez!”
i like the song. : )
hee hee, nice lyrics though. talented bunch.