Dear Bobby Clampert...went for a drive...and never came back |
Dear Bobby Clampert, so great in the sack Went out for a drive and never came back Stole the car keys and called up his gal Bought a bottle of booze, hung out with pals Daredevil teenager, eyes bright with passion Thought he was fearless, strode to the mansion Tales of ghosts and houses all haunted Did not care, he could not be daunted Laughed at endless creaks and disturbed groaning Shadows dancing, whispers moaning Ignored his gal's pleas to get back to light Not for him, no way, for this was a sight She left with a huff and waited outside Endless minutes tick by and hours collide His curdling scream was met with a snort She did not believe, oh he could be such a nut Restless, impatient, she soon had enough No two ways about it, she had to be rough She stormed back inside and bellowed his name For words soon to fail at this bloody new game Feet glued to the floorboards, rusty with age Unable to move as the dark figure became strange The car would be found in a ditch by the road No bodies, no witnesses, no story to be told For dear Bobby Clampert, so great in the sack Went out for a drive and never came back (26 lines) |