Gene's Poetry

We need a producer,
We want our music played
We need a producer,
There is money to be made
We need a producer,
We can even get you laid,
We need a producer,
We want our music played,

We’ve got the mouth of the south, famous all over alabama, new orleans and georgia and

misssissippi,

How do you spell that?

T.H.A.T.

M. I. Crooded Letter, Crooked Letter, I, Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter, I, Hunchback, Hunchback I.

Alabama, Alabama, for we will all be true to thee.

From the shores of Southern Iraq to Washington D.C.

We got the boy wonder from down under

On cat-gut and absithne

Permit me to introduce,

The master chef of this juice

A boy from Pontiac, Dearborn and Detroit

and we shall celebrate his noise

(Lots of NOISE)

M. I. Crooded Letter, Crooked Letter, I, Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter, Hunchback, Hunchback I.

Alabama, Alabama, for we ere be true to thee.

From the shores of Carolina to Washington D.C.

We need a producer,
We want our music played
We need a producer,
There is money to be made
We need a producer,
We can even get you laid,
We need a producer,
We want our music played..

I am down on my knees, as I beg you please

Never let them see you sweat,
Unless you are having sex.

We want a fair contact that shares our possible (but unlikely) wealth

in an equitable way that you match
Each dollar we donote.

We will offer our sperm for sale
For those who want to procreate.

We want a producer,
We want our music played
We want a producer,
There is money to be made
But we will not sell out

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