OK, back by polular demand ahemm, ahemm...yours truly is about to perform another show stopping musical segment.
The request came to me via league mail, and even though I feel it is only right to respond to requests right then and there I also think that singing in league mail is just not right, you know?
It would be like dressing up like the clown in a Stephen king Novel, hiding in your closet, wait until you are intimate in your B-Day suit with a special-special someone-someone and [i:01bb76c61e]then[/i:01bb76c61e] come out in the killer clown outfit singing a Petula Clark Classic, you know? -Just doesn't sound right.
So, here, in the public streets these forums are...
ahemm, ahemm...
This one's for you Kev...
[i:01bb76c61e]Jasons keep fallin' on my head :shock:
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those Jasons are fallin' on my bed :shock: , they keep fallin'
So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those Jasons are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'
But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Jeepdriver keep fallin' on my lap :P
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me[/i:01bb76c61e]