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Babelfishing Poetry: "You Know I Do Not Grunt"

Babelfishing Poetry: "You Know I Do Not Grunt"

Hello? How are you?  Hope you're very well, fine, and dandy.   You're just in time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, get silly with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week by special request from The Jan, it's Garth Brooks' #1 hit from 1990, "Friends In Low Places" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 

You Know I Do Not Grunt

Vercelli roots, video boots.
The injured black-tie thing.

Know the last, last show
today was "See Your Point."

I wonder
and in the eyes.

He had a glass of champagne,
and I'm baked.

She's a sweetheart, and said, "What?
You know I do not grunt."

I have influence, friends in high places
where whiskey drowned beer
and melancholy serially added.

We agree,
I'm a big social etiquette.

I think in the oasis.
Unfortunately, from a high place, my friends.

I guess I was wrong.
I do not belong to me,
but once was okay.

I just say good night,
and we would like to tell you the door.

Hey, I want to say,
"Gu, large one."

We only needed one small during feeding,
in addition to the more obvious
ivory tower test.

I did not mean to cause a larger area.
I just wait until the end of this cup.

A cute small lady will go back
once again to prevent.

What is my ass?

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