Yesterday, I took the kids to play mini golf again. Our fourth time this summer. We love that place. I used to be the reigning champ but my 12-year-old son… that little shit… he beat me! He never wants me to let him win… and I didn’t. But he won. He’s still rubbing it in… which is fine with me… I’m glad he’s happy.
On our way home, after I (of course) stopped for a big fat iced coffee, this song played on the radio. We opened our windows and sang… all three of us.
Apparently, it was written because the songwriter, Chris Ballew of The Presidents of the United States of America (POT USA for short) liked the word ‘lump’. No, really. It’s true. I cannot explain the lyrics any further than that. But the song puts me in a good mood. It’s fun. And fun is good for me. And for you.
Oh… one last thing… I cannot possibly resist. These Presidents would likely do a better job in office than the current orange one. And that’s all I have to say about that.
Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove
Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love
She spent her twenties between the sheets
Life limped along at sub-sonic speeds
She’s lump, she’s lump
She’s in my head
She’s lump, she’s lump, she’s lump
She might be dead