Monday, July 14, 2008

The Swerved Presents: Dream Match the 45th


The Littlest Hobo vs. Chris Jericho

There's a man who keeps on hurting my eye
In the ring is where I'll take him by surprise

Every match I accept, I plan to do my best
Can't wrestle for long because I'm a friggin' dog, unlike the rest

Maybe tomorrow, I'll hang my collar up
Until tomorrow, I'm a nomadic, wrestling pup

So if you wanna be my partner for a while
Just grab a foe, Superkick him with your hind leg
That's doggy hobo style

Maybe tomorrow, I'll hang my collar up
Until tomorrow, I'm a nomadic, wrestling pup


The Question:
Who wins and how?


*****

NEXT WEEK

JBL is not poopy. He has a charming, earthy fragrance.

AND

The night is darkest just before the dawn. And I promise you, the dawn is coming.

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