A Redneck And An Intellectual Walk Into A Bar
So I re-worked my ballad a little bit. Trying to make it more of a ballad:
Who walks into a bar?
Guy fatsky and guy thinsky
Thin one gets a martini,
Guy fatsky orders whiskey.
Who is it got brains?
Asks guy fatsky. You?
They say it ain't me
Guess it must be you.
Guy thinksy: You're ignorant.
Only the enlightened deserve
To have any substantial say.
But guy fatsky holds brains in reserve.
Who is the smarter?
The flinger or the stung?
I guess it all depends
On who it is gets hung.
The flinger gets hung
(or hangs himself).
Not the stung.
Speaking figuratively, of course.


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