OK, boys and girls, ready or not, it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, goof around with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's Babelfish is The Waitresses' 1982 song "I Know What Boys Like" (watch video here). Enjoy.
What? I like boys. Hee! I know what I want.
I got what you want, boys. I refer to his face.
I want them to be me. I will make fun of them.
They want to touch. I've never had them.
You're special, you really are.
Do you like it?
What? I like boys. Hee! I do not know, I do not care.
Tell me about it. I stop my catwalk.
Zippers or buttons, fun to oppose them.
They are very angry. I love sullen children.
Candied fruit has rejected them.
I laugh about them, right?
I am sad now, I. Sorry I cursed.
This I meant that I am sincere. Whatever you want.
You have to trust a certain phase signal.
I really want authenticity. Do you like it?
We need a certain phase signal.
NAH and NAH and NAH and NAH and no.