My Deeply Superficial Thoughts

I am Hot Pants McGee, and I have interesting things to say.

Ike, Ike Baby September 23, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — TeritaBonita @ 3:53 pm

Ike, Ike, Baby…

 

Yo, TX, Let’s kick it!

 

 

Ike Ike Baby, Ike Ike Baby

All right stop, evacuate and listen

Ike is here with some big ambition

People, close your homes up tightly

It’s blowing like a hurricane daily and nightly

Where will it stop? Yo-I don’t know

Turn off the lights and let’s go

To the coastline Ike rocks like a vandal

Start up the car and watch me drive like an animal

 

Dang, hardware store sales boom

Ike’s killing my plans like a poisonous mushroom

Deadly, evacuate they tell me

Anyone left will be charged with a felony

Love it or hate it, you better get away

Ike will hit the bull’s eye, the storm don’t play

If you’re on vacation, Yo, Ike stalled it

Check out the eye while the bands revolve it

 

Hurricane Ike Ike Baby, Hurricane Ike Ike Baby

Hurricane Ike Ike Baby, Hurricane Ike Ike Baby

 

Now that the people are jumpin’

With their stuff packed up and the gas done pumpin’

Quick to the road, to the road no fakin’

Pass McD’s get a burger with bacon

Burnin’ ’em and follow the symbol

I go crazy when I hear some imbecile

Revving, in a souped up Pinto

Now I can roll, it’s time to crack the window

Rollin’ in my Chevy Tahoe

With my window down, I can feel Ike blow

My laptop’s on standby, Waiting for some Wi-fi

This spot hot? No – and I gotta fly

Kept on pursuing to the next block

I busted a left and I’m beating the clock

The light was red

 

Yo — so I continued to I-37 to San Antonio

Wish I was there in a blink like a jeanie

How I’d love to be sippin’ a martini

Jealous ’cause my girl’s living fine

She left yesterday and was there by nine

Ready to give my homies a call

My homies acting ill because their car just stalled

Humidity, the air is sticky as hell

Ike’s on his way, the weatherman yells

Moving toward the gulf coast real fast

I’m in my car, can’t give it no gas

Bumper to bumper the interstate’s packed

I’m trying to get away before Ike attacks

Police on the scene, what can it mean?

They hooked me up, now there’s another lane free

If you’re on vacation, Yo, Ike stalled it

Check out the eye while the bands revolve it

 

Hurricane Ike Ike Baby, Hurricane Ike Ike Baby

Hurricane Ike Ike Baby, Hurricane Ike Ike Baby

 

Yo man, let’s get out of here! Word to your mother!

 

Special Thanks to Allie & BEV for this little gem.

Hoping everyone’s ok,

Teri

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