Long before Kelis put out her chant-based shout-out to schoolyard prostitution, my brother Tim and I composed a tune with the same title which is just as chanty and twice as endearing. But only half as much about prostitution. Be sure to listen for Tim’s nosefart solo.
I had a milkshake for breakfast,
A milkshake for lunch,
And a sensible dinner,
And I’m not getting thinner.
I’m not sure Tim needs to be thinner. But then I haven’t seen him for a while. Perhaps he’s become quite the porker.
Did Charlie Hustle ever make a CD?