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Lord Byrons' Luggage Lyrics
Lord Byron had a lot of luggage
He took it when he traveled far and wide
He didn't get to bathe very often
But he liked to change his clothes all the time
I had a little friend named Mister Johnson
Who always tried to be like me
He rose to the heights of this profession
He was hard on his friends and family
Still out here in the wind and rain
Look a little older but I feel no pain
And it stands to reason
I'm still looking for love
I went to the Henley Regatta
Intending to put out to sea
They pronounced me persona non grata
Goes to show that you can't come and go
as you please
Still out here in the wind and rain
Look a little older but I feel no pain
And it stands to reason
I'm still looking for love
Looking for a needle in a haystack
It's pretty hard to find
Every dog has his day, Jack
I'm still waiting for mine.
Still out here in the wind and rain
A whole lot older but I feel no pain
And it stands to reason
I'm still looking for love
He took it when he traveled far and wide
He didn't get to bathe very often
But he liked to change his clothes all the time
Who always tried to be like me
He rose to the heights of this profession
He was hard on his friends and family
Look a little older but I feel no pain
And it stands to reason
I'm still looking for love
Intending to put out to sea
They pronounced me persona non grata
Goes to show that you can't come and go
as you please
Look a little older but I feel no pain
And it stands to reason
I'm still looking for love
It's pretty hard to find
Every dog has his day, Jack
I'm still waiting for mine.
A whole lot older but I feel no pain
And it stands to reason
I'm still looking for love
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all hail WZ's affection for the Romantics. his appreciation of aesthetics and sardonic joie de vivre fits in perfectly with the romantics. if you like this song check out "My Ride's Here", in which he devotes an entire verse to Byron, Shelly, and Keats, not to mention my nemisis Milton.
Awesome song. Completely agree with you again, scumbagstyle. You really know your stuff.
I'd say this is the finest "ode to my dick" song ever written, but it goes well beyond that, this is a song sung from the perspective of the man's johnson. Quoting the Maestro, "I had a little friend named Mr. Johnson, he wants to be like, he rose to the heights of his profession, and he was hardon his friends and family."
He had a lot of luggage, for sure!