#321. Woke

Just another entry in the "Woke" continuation series.  This one has more commercial, widespread viability.  More to come.

Such a great ice skating rink song circa 1981.  At the time I was 11 years old.

 

Woke
sonofsaf

Damn you’re uppity, and a nerd, Fox News is to blame
‘Cause the woke's the word
Don't stop the shitting,
A real big pile
Gonna quench with jism,
All the while uh

You can learn about, pot brownie milkshake
Mother me about Mary for sake
There was no collusion, impeached and fried
Slave your retribution be denied and
Woke me, Woke me

Drink a latte with soy it tastes really swell
Woke me, woke me (woke)
Woke me, woke me
He’s the Orange Prolapse clown
Woke me, woke me
Doobie’s a pinner and Trump’s, the chicken dinner now

Is there any doubt, ‘bout the human race
Come to play a god damn disgrace
First you squirt and wet me, but keep my cockbone dried
Orange Prolapse is red see, my oh my, and

Woke me, woke me
Joy of the season you can suck Christ’s dong
Woke me, woke me
(Woke)
Woke me, woke me
Elf the shelf another toy
Woke me, woke me
Doobie’s a pinner and Trump’s, the chicken dinner now
(Woke, woke, woke, woke, woke, woke, woke)

Debtor prison now
Credit card and toke
Don't let the finance fuck ya
Trust and stay woke
No musical dances
Smoke until you drop
No dropping’ your pantzes
Keister bop you just

Woke me, woke me
(Woke, woke)
Woke me, woke me
(Woke, woke)
Woke me, woke me
(Woke, woke)
Woke me, woke me
(Woke) screw it
Woke me, Woke me
(Woke)
Woke me, Woke me (cum on)
(Woke)
Woke me, woke me
(Woke)
Woke me, woke me
Doobie’s a pinner and Trump’s, the chicken dinner now

Stroke
Billy Squier

Now everybody, have you heard, if you're in the game
Then the stroke's the word
Don't take no rhythm,
Don't take no style
Gotta thirst for killin',
Grab your vial uh

Put your right hand out, give a firm handshake
Talk to me about that one big break
Spread your ear pollution, both far and wide
Keep your contributions by your side and
Stroke me, stroke me

Could be a winner boy you move mighty well
Stroke me, stroke me (stroke)
Stroke me, stroke me
You got your number down
Stroke me, stroke me
Say you're a winner but babe, you're just a sinner now

Put your left foot out, keep it all in place
Work your way right into my face
First you try to bet me, you make my backbone slide
When you find you've bled me, slip on by, and

Stroke me, stroke me
Give me the reason this is all night long
Stroke me, stroke me
(Stroke)
Stroke me, stroke me
Get yourself together boy
Stroke me, stroke me
Say you're a winner but man you're just a sinner now
(Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke)

Better listen now
Said it ain't no joke
Don't let your conscience fail ya'
Just do the stroke
Don't ya' take no chances
Keep your eye on top
Do your fancy dances
You can't stop you just

Stroke me, stroke me
(Stroke, stroke)
Stroke me, stroke me
(Stroke, stroke)
Stroke me, stroke me
(Stroke, stroke)
Stroke me, stroke me
(Stroke) do it
Stroke me, stroke me
(Stroke)
Stroke me, stroke me (keep on)
(Stroke)
Stroke me, stroke me
(Stroke)
Stroke me, stroke me
Say you're a winner but man you're just a sinner now

Never seen Billy Squier.  But he kinda reminds me of a yinzer version of Donnie Iris.  About a year ago, while walking on the Southside, I noticed a dingy cardboard sign in a town house window that said...

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