Dime a Dozen Didgeridoo

You want cash?
You’ll be a jiffy
Get a bucketful of heart
Use a Bob Ross brush
Nick a riff
Elaborate on some mush

To get known
Use neon graffiti
No can do
That’s a silvery hue
Just blurt
Like semen
So grab your wiener
And spill your guts

To get a lap dance from a muse,
Stick a dollar in between her boobs
And watch what she’ll do
Or get her drunk as a skunk
On a bottle of toxic goo
What are you waiting for?
Woo the world
With that dime a dozen didgeridoo

Dress up
Act weird, grow a beard,
Talk funny, make money,
Have fun
Just slide, tongue-tied
Hammer-on,
Now come on
That’s it. You’re done.

What are you waiting for?
Woo the world
With that dime a dozen didgeridoo

People are window peepers
Eavesdroppers, gatekeepers
Trapped behind walls
So now what?
It’s you who slam your window open
And flaunt your emperor’s clothes
No matter they won’t get it
Just patter on, don’t edit
Be divinely indebted
What’s rock and roll
If not a threadbare soul?

To get a lap dance from that muse etc.