Oats posted:CrookedCrutch posted:I'd like to see Rick Rubin produce the record.
No relationship songs and no songs under 4 minutes long.
Lots of six string muscle and lots of horns.
A couple of car songs, one which somebody drives a souped up Mazda or Hyundai.
Some new professions for a change - maybe have the characters be a pizza delivery boy, an architect, a psychologist, a pharmacist, a dietitian, a surveyor and a pig farmer who becomes a stock broker.
Give them cool character nicknames (a la Magic Rat), such as the Mad Hatter, Billy the Lip, Psycho Annie, Fat Brad, Porky the Stool and Barney LaGrange.
Oh, one can only wish!
I got just the thing for ya:
Three Rabid Fans
vrooom, vrooom, (Synthesiser car sounds)
That ole pensioner (nickname), Oats
he's shuffling from his ride.
That hot 2002 Sonata with (cars)
the steering wheel wrapped inside. (souped up)
(Instrumental interlude with Lots of six string muscle and lots of horns.)
Just got back from a road trip to the west side of town
visited the chiropractor to adjust what's worn down. ( road trip out west)
He's meeting up with Hey Eddie and that guy with the Crooked Crutch (cool nicks)
together the three of em don't get around that much.
They all wear leather necklaces with pendants (Tough guys in leather)
while they strut their stuff
Just in cast they fall and cannot get back up.
(Instrumental interlude with lots of drums and these guitars )
They talk about the ole days
when they could sing, dance and fight. (Memories)
Now all they have are prayers (Religion and Despair)
hoping against hope that...
each won't have to get up and tinkle in the middle of the night.
This little ditty has it all.
Maryland got legalized?