Thoughts On The Dead

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The Lyrics Of Cosmic Charlie Without Research

Cosmic Charlie
How do you do?
Struffing and a-sliving
Down the avenue-oo.

Rosie red and electric blue
Yubba dubba
Dooba dabba
Avenue-oo.

Say you’ll stay there
If you can
Jefferson Airplane
Is a band.

But first,
I farted,
And then
I pooed.

A little bit of older
And-a we could have time
Slucking up the furgles
With a wicky-dicky whee-eel.

Cosmic Charlie
Ohh, baby.
We gotta go.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

6 Comments

  1. “No, seriously… it looks silly but deserves a closer reading, I swear. He’s like the Lewis Carroll, but with poop.”

    • Thoughts On The Dead

      May 30, 2017 at 9:45 pm

      My work spans the gap between low comedy and really, really low comedy.

      • Low times call for low comedy.

        Besides – not that anyone should give a shit what I think – that imagined conversation about you isn’t too different from real ones I have with uninitiated friends about the Dead.

        “First, you should know that Jerry was a junkie this decade. The keyboard player is, statistically, passed out. And a lot of this is going to be exactly what people think it is. Just try to ignore all of the circumstances about this, if you can. Don’t wonder what anyone smells like. Now, check out this Stella Blue.”

  2. Still better that
    n the lyrics to any given Phish song.

  3. Luther Von Baconson

    May 31, 2017 at 10:36 am

    a car
    that runs on
    the pee
    and
    the poo

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