| A ROBIN IN LOVE WITH A CAT |
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A BIT OF BACKGROUND: Yes, I do know that if you have to explain it, it's probably not funny. But... I think for some folks it might help enrich the experience of perusing the following set of alternate lyrics for an old Harry Woods song – which may have been sung by Al Jolson as part of a talkie pre-dating even The Jazz Singer. This bit of silliness came about as a result of my thinking about the photo above of my good friend Stephen in that red, red jersey on a ride, coupled with legitimate concern for one of my very favorite folks who's a mainstay of the BentRider Online forum as well as our informal tricycle tour up in Idaho – Robin, with the BROL UserName dragonfly and a photo of her in a yellow chicken suit as an avatar. This poor woman is currently suffering – but definitely NOT in silence – from a mild, non-life-threatening form of (perhaps) temporary insanity or obsessive-compulsive disorder which manifests itself as a blatant, overwhelming desire for a Windcheetah, one of the oldest recumbent tricycle designs from the UK that has somehow managed to maintain its (perhaps) irrational (sex?) appeal as a high performance hot rod, somewhat reminiscent of the image of Jaguar sports cars back in the days before Ford's engineers helped them clean up their act. Anyway, here's the story of: A ROBIN IN LOVE WITH A CAT There's a funky chicken who's been droolin', lickin' her chops, her chops, For a trike that's fleetah, and she thinks Windcheetahs are tops, they're tops. She's hot, turned on, consumed with lust; She thinks a dubya-cee's a must. She has to get her one or bust. WHAT-EV-ER makes a girl happy... With that Y-shaped tiller each downhill's a thriller at speed, indeed, Carbon fiber piping that owes more to hyping than sound design Quirky custom axles born when pterodactyls still flew - it's true! Though we try to reason or resort to teasin', I have no doubt Last updated 3.6.2009 |