Bamboo tree

Part 1 ♫ There was a bamboo tree, And the bamboo tree was not me, They cut the tree and called it grass, Still the grass was not me, They tried to roll the grass into a paper, The rolled paper was not me, They lit the paper and took the smoke, Smoke was not me, Smoke hit my head, The poem was me!!

Part 2. ♫ “Pick your bottles and run to the fete!!!”,

i said pick your bottles and run to the fete..
tell the girls that i am a creep,
Steal the love and hang out with the beast..

pick your bottle and run to the fete..
rest your bum and sit on a seat,
listen to the guitar and the drum beats..
pick your bottle and run to the fete..

kill a lover, and send me the pics,
shed a tear as the clock ticks,

pick a bottle and run to a funeral,
the general is burying his only daughter..
play the carol, play the old act, la la la la la la la la

pick your bottle, hick, hick, and run to the ,,,DAMN !!!