Sunday, November 27, 2005

BluesPoetry


interluder

He was an intruder
just like Mac Gruder
A dangerious inte-luder
playing his marimba
While dancing a somba
cross the mine fields
those dirty old mine fields
Rosa did her hip shake
makin his jake break
They went wild in Havana
In that land we call manana
Havana did the carnival
hot sexy and oh so carnal
He called in his calvary
putting crosses on calvery
That intruder called MacGruder
Was dancing the somba
with Rosa a real hot looker
Some might call her a hooker
She's doing the somba with that interluder
Deep in the caribe and drinking Cuba libre's

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