It's Friday! It seems like a minute ago it was Tuesday. How did that happen? It's a mystery to me. (I am mystified easily.) Well, be that as it may, it's once again time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, convolute the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
I heard this song on the radio a couple of days ago and thought it would make a good Babelfishing subject, so here's the Stray Cats' top-10 hit from 1982, "Rock This Town" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Virtue Is A Gas Chamber
Late Saturday night with the children.
I am a hair-high junior, only Swastika.
But this day would come when the whole hagfish (10 for my family), you have two.
Both my mom and I did not know the store.
I will be all of us. I'm sorry.
Well I saw a thing really not looking half bad.
It becomes the whiskey-half juke box, the room.
I have no more, but every man have the right to half of the disco.
Come, baby, baby, I not will immediately.
You will only get a bopping ball of ice just in the huge.
And their men in 1974, but it seems that it is only right
to enjoy Ludan the second you see him.
Virtue is a gas chamber.
I will lock the city.
Additionally, then we can water the person.
We are going to rock the city with stones.
your great libertarians and foreign construction.
Stone structure, rock, come on, people
cannot be reduced, and weeping for him as for stones.
Ten nights in the rain, we rock.
Some rock urban
in addition to that.