Once again, 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, kludge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
You either love this song or you hate it, but there is no denying its infamy: Wild Cherry's iconic 1970s hit, "Play That Funky Music" (watch video here). Enjoy (and jump up and get on down with your bad self, if you feel like it).
Teach This Disco Accordingly, Sir!
Hey, you, lead singer is scheduled to rock in and roll, but I have smelly.
It's no problem, and I shoot true or night stand.
And yes, I am not impressed all around.
Exhibitions, Czech Republic, depending on the engine, and teach this disco accordingly, Sir!
Yes, yes, you are welcome.
Constable, he is.
How do I get so stupid? How is it that we need to recover that day because of the pain?
It's always when I lost all the Tao, my ceramic arm is an assassin.
"And I have to repair something," said his command. All the same, do you want to return and Czech Republic?
A quarter of the show, it was not an easy start.
I can and will destroy rock 'n' roll, and much weaker gain expression.
Then he went out, and I think of him.
But believe it or not, there was now another one single great guys.
But I am lost, I am lesson, and snakes don't guess, touched the third day, lost
when in the room to dance and sing.
Someone dies, the only hits me:
music, colors, dissemination.
Dance until he is dead and funky a flourish of trumpets.