thanks for this week mate. brilliant and fun theme.
took on the random song generator challenge
just now and aye, it was random...
off to tackle Gandhi in F#
I AM NOT WEARING PANTS WHO IS RECOVERING FROM
AN ADDICTION TO BOMBS
Underwear is what you wear underneath your pants.
But pants are overrated, don't look at me askance
for the nakedness unto which i have been fated:
i make no apology for the way i was created.
Let me tell you straight my friend of the things that i'm addicted;
there's alcohol and cigarettes and other things of which i'm afflicted
and '39 the greatest year: thank you Robert Oppenheimer
for this exothermic gifted life in the key of hellbm.
You can light a fire in winter, light a cigarette and smoke it.
There's a bomb ticking in the White House with no-one to explode it -
just ask me: pantsless, shameless, layin' down the luggage,
swingin' free and easy, waiting for the carnage.
And hair it turns to white and skin it turns to leather
but the best thing about blowing up is when we all do it together...
It started drowning ants in spit and pullin' pigtails of girls' hair,
then dropping pebbles off a bridge onto the cars that drove past there.
And then i graduated to lightin' fuses and then runnin':
i was pantsless, i was shameless, my heart thumping and bumping.
The Cuban Missile Crisis was all just puff and wind.
Once the fuse is lit you know, there's no way to rescind.
And skin it shrivels up and skin it turns to leather
but the best thing about blowing up is when we all do it together.
'39 the greatest year: thank you Robert Oppenheimer
for this exothermic gifted life in the key of hellbm.