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Editor's Note: I think the word delightful is kinda lame, but I really like the alliteration. :)

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Pop Music as Spoken Word Poetry: Last Friday Night

Oh Katy...

I used to think that this song was just absolutely terrible.  But the more I listened to it, the more the stupid thing grew on me, and reminded me fondly of my alcohol soaked twenties in NYC... (sorry mom... p.s. these pics are not me).  Also the video is a little hilarious (bonus points for a shout out to Miss Friday herself, Rebecca Black).

There's a stranger in my bed,
There's a pounding my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbie's on the barbeque
There's a hickie or a bruise

Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a black top blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Last Friday night



Yeah we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
 
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop-op
Whoa-oh-oah

This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again

Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor
With my favorite party dress
Warrants out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail

Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled


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