King Missile: Commercial
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King Missile: Commercial
Lately, I've seen red,
I've tasted blood,
I've killed with words,
I've wished and hoped and
Swam through a river of snot
Twice as wide as the mighty Mississippi,
But I wanna know about the commercial
I saw on TV:
An Irish guy,
Walking through a field of green,
Whistling one of those Irish jigs,
And a woman walks up and says,
"Manly yes, but I like it too."
Then the guy pulls out a huge knife
And cuts off his first two fingers,
And somehow catches them,
In what's left of his left hand,
And hands them to the woman
Did I mention they're both dressed in green?
Then they both sing this song together:
"Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
"Are ya hot as anything?
"Hey cut off two of your fingers,
"And stab yourself in the eye!"
Then he stabs himself in the eye,
And hands her the knife,
And she stabs herself in the eye-okay? okay?
so what about that?
Then they join arms
And do this Irish folk dance
While taking turns dismembering each other
This was a commercial for deodorant, I think,
Or soap or something
So now all the body parts
Are lying in a heap,
But the heads are still singing
"Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
"Are ya hot as anything?
"Hey! get away from summer,
"And cut off all your limbs!"
Then all of the body parts
Start hopping and bopping around,
Like little bunny rats,
Then they jump into the mouths of the singing heads,
But then they just slip right back out
Through the severed necks and keep bopping about
It's very beautiful music that's playing;
There's an Irish flute,
And a mandolin, I think,
And the background singers sound
Just like the Clancy brothers
It's really a wonderful commercial,
Spectacular,
It must of cost a fortune to make
The kind of commercial you'd see
During the Super Bowl, maybe,
Where the advertising time costs
A million dollars
A half a minute
Wow, imagine that:
A million dollars
For a half a minute!
Anyway,
By the end of it,
It looks like the two of them
have been through a juicer,
Or a food processor
Or a blender or something-
It's just a pink puree of
Blood, bone and flesh in a big bucket,
But it's still singing somehow
"Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
"Are ya hot as anything?
"Hey! Blend yourself, process yourself
"Become a glass of animal juice!
"Haven't you had enough
"Of fruit juices and vegetable juices?
"Next time company comes over,
"Offer them a cool refreshing glass of yourself!
"Give of yourself,
"Stop being such a selfish piece of snot,
"Okay? Okay? Okay!"
"And now, back to our program."
I've tasted blood,
I've killed with words,
I've wished and hoped and
Swam through a river of snot
Twice as wide as the mighty Mississippi,
But I wanna know about the commercial
I saw on TV:
An Irish guy,
Walking through a field of green,
Whistling one of those Irish jigs,
And a woman walks up and says,
"Manly yes, but I like it too."
Then the guy pulls out a huge knife
And cuts off his first two fingers,
And somehow catches them,
In what's left of his left hand,
And hands them to the woman
Did I mention they're both dressed in green?
Then they both sing this song together:
"Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
"Are ya hot as anything?
"Hey cut off two of your fingers,
"And stab yourself in the eye!"
Then he stabs himself in the eye,
And hands her the knife,
And she stabs herself in the eye-okay? okay?
so what about that?
Then they join arms
And do this Irish folk dance
While taking turns dismembering each other
This was a commercial for deodorant, I think,
Or soap or something
So now all the body parts
Are lying in a heap,
But the heads are still singing
"Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
"Are ya hot as anything?
"Hey! get away from summer,
"And cut off all your limbs!"
Then all of the body parts
Start hopping and bopping around,
Like little bunny rats,
Then they jump into the mouths of the singing heads,
But then they just slip right back out
Through the severed necks and keep bopping about
It's very beautiful music that's playing;
There's an Irish flute,
And a mandolin, I think,
And the background singers sound
Just like the Clancy brothers
It's really a wonderful commercial,
Spectacular,
It must of cost a fortune to make
The kind of commercial you'd see
During the Super Bowl, maybe,
Where the advertising time costs
A million dollars
A half a minute
Wow, imagine that:
A million dollars
For a half a minute!
Anyway,
By the end of it,
It looks like the two of them
have been through a juicer,
Or a food processor
Or a blender or something-
It's just a pink puree of
Blood, bone and flesh in a big bucket,
But it's still singing somehow
"Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
"Are ya hot as anything?
"Hey! Blend yourself, process yourself
"Become a glass of animal juice!
"Haven't you had enough
"Of fruit juices and vegetable juices?
"Next time company comes over,
"Offer them a cool refreshing glass of yourself!
"Give of yourself,
"Stop being such a selfish piece of snot,
"Okay? Okay? Okay!"
"And now, back to our program."
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