Creative rhyming

[Interference]

From tip of head to base of sole

Where rubber meets the Sergeant's band

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

There's Pepper, but then on the other hand

There's a guitar being destroyed by Who, The

 

[Interference]

Hell let them on the stage to do the
Hokey Kokey, or is it Cokey, never mind, it's oky-doky

 

[chrispenycate]

And their deafening feedback seems downhome and folkey

When compared with the things that they've gen-gen-generated

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

From smashing Tommy Smothers' uke Pete's been exoner-oner-ated

Feedback that still resounds for miles, and miles, and miles, and...

 

[chrispenycate]

Round the stadium they build walls, and against them deeply pile sand
But still non-paying customers can hear half way to Brighton

 

[Interference]

Rhymin' Simon and Art (with pad to write on)

Trying to cook electric with an overdriven Hedrix vibe

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

could find themselves flailing without the right lib-
ations of careful preparation to get into that groove

 

[Interference]

So that in the end it did behoove
Them to vacate the auditorium

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

Now I can't remember the next line. Sorry, um...
Oh, yeah "The words of the Muppets were written on the subway wall, ten feet tall."

 

[chrispenycate]

Kermit's silence resounds round the hall
And, round about the magic bus

 

[Interference]

Fools, said I, you do not know if Gonzo's ready to take a fall

Or whether the bear's hat ever comes off and when, discuss

Missed a chance to say something unambiguous

So instead here's one from The Bay City Rollers (hooraaaaay)

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

Saturday night, yeah, Saturday night, hey!

The bus is a hundred, she goes like thunder.

 

[chrispenycate]

It may be a blunder, routemaster I wonder
Not bendy to sunder a true double decker

 

[Interference]

Wasn't there a bus that was driven by Jeff Beck or

Someone, not Cliff or Hank, of equal guitar-heroism?

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

Well, there was a famous singer advancing feminism

Who refused to ride those things because there was no driver on the top.

Her last name rhyming - even at a high pitch'll

tell you she wrote a tune about paving paradise that sounded much like pop.

An American girl, she played at Woodstock, Monterey and others,

but I'm still doing my best not to blow her cover.

 

[chrispenycate]

So who could it be then, this musical lover
With feet in the canyon but head in the clouds?
It can't be our Joni, for she's a canadian
And missed out on woodstock because of the crowds.
So missed out on playing the booking Arcadian
Despite having penned its definitive anthem.

 

[Interference]

By the time she actually got there she was too late to hand them
A sample of her art poetic, how pathetic, poor peripatetic

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

My analyst told me I was right out of my bilaterally symmetric

cranial cavity, when I said she played at those places, i guess i was mixing

Joni with Small Faces and Gravity or Jimi with Tiny Timmy, gimme

a break cause i can't really fake my ignoraninimity; regardless,

I dreamed i saw the fighter death planes turning into butterflies above the nation

 

[chrispenycate]

Riding shotgun in the skies, dropping love and inspiration
(Which is fine if the pilots don't conform and drop acid)