(words by Nickelback; arranged by af)
It’s getting late
I haven’t seen my date
so tell me when the boys get here.
It’s seven o’clock and I wanna rock
Want to get a belly full of beer
Feeling way too damn good;
I got caught up
in favorable slavery
just off of Hollywood and Normandy
Was it wrong?
If everyone shared
and swallowed their pride,
then we’d see the day
when nobody died
Cartoon studios are right
Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial.
They’re growin’ dope
everywhere around the block.
You can smell it
by the way they talk
I’m gonna trade this life
for fortune and fame,
I’d even cut my hair
and change my name.
Croatia calls me late at night
and Israel beckons me;
Somewhere between Cher and James Dean
Frank freaks out and reaches God;
No heaven don’t hear me
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
the first girl I kissed.
I feel like a king and she’s my ace in the hole
I was so nervous that I nearly missed.
She talks like a trucker
She’s gonna lick my pistol clean;
I’ll drink a fifth of jack
and scream out, “She’s with me”
I’m like a pony in my own rodeo
My best friend gave me the best advice
(Yes he wore a cowboy hat):
Next time you steal, better ask before you borrow…
And tease them all by sucking on your thumb
I’m tearing off of assholes coming on to her;
It happens every night she works
Here comes the next contestant
Better bring your friend along;
Better off together than just one at a time.
Sex is always the answer, it’s never a question
and “No” is a dirty word
I scratched your name
on the side of a bullet.
Got your hand between my knees;
And you control how fast we go
by just how hard you wanna squeeze.
I got both hands on the wheel
while you got both hands on my gears.
Am I to thank for yanking out my…
I like your pants around your feet;
You look so much cuter with something in your mouth
so tell your friends not to think out loud until they swallow;
Because the angel on my right ain’t hanging out with me tonight;
Your mom don’t know that you were missing
And that was when she started screamin’
‘”That’s my dad outside the car!”
My old man’s drunker than a bar full of wino’s
but he traded everything for suffering
with scars on both his lips;
Couldn’t buy my love at 8 years old
And what the hell is on Joey’s head?
Get away from me
Stay the hell away
This is how you remind me…
Are we having fun yet?
af
(arranged on computer)
So, Rex, as most people, deeply despises the band Nickleback. Don’t blame him. For his dollar, he challenged me to write a poem about them, so, after endlessly researching their lyrics, I decided to modge together all of their brilliant writings into this poem. Enjoy!!!
Thanks Rex