Hello! Lovely to see you, and wahoo, it's Friday already! Hooray! Friday means more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, play with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
And Friday also means fun, fun, fun, so what could be more appropriate than the Beach Boys' iconic 1964 hit "Fun, Fun, Fun" for our Babelfishing subject today? (Listen to song here.) Enjoy.
You Drive Like Weiss
Yes, I'm his father and qualified
for the position is now a burger and tea.
Her ex-husband seems
to have forgotten all the library,
like I said.
With the explosion of radio stations,
he's going to run
just as fast as water, now!
He is fun, fun, fun
until her father would take
the bird in her T-shirt.
How you doing, little girl?
Well, are not likely,
it seems that one must pay now.
(You can walk; the trump card
is now taking the ACE!)
She makes the Indy 500
look like a Romanian vehicle, now.
(This one is OK,
and now I'm looking like one.)
There are so many players
trying to get it, but
it will cause them to chase wild geese, now.
(You drive like Weiss;
now, you have to drive like ACE!
Saeed (it is fun, fun, fun to be her father!)
took her thunderbird.