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, shake up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, one of my favorites by Rod Stewart, is "Gasoline Alley" (listen to Rod's version here, or listen to Elkie Brooks cover the song here). Enjoy.
Start Thin Oil Equivalent
What's happening to me now? I am sad.
The value in every backyard,
But the state boasts lots of comedy again.
When there was a great atmosphere and free tracks,
and no whistle and knee,
a set of fire escapes.
Click the name of the door.
But, I am mistaken, and
he and his clothing jumped into the mountains, wandering home.
You know a good intention will result.
I can only sing street, then. I would like to.
Ghidini blood can flow.
All of them are
cool for you.
It was the apparent list.
Start thin oil equivalent.