Gotta share this with you all.
A friend and I were inventing new lyrics for songs and came up with the following.
Sung to the tune of "On Top of Old Smokey."
***
Strapped into Old Sparky,
A-waitin' to die,
And the warden said Now boy,
You're gonna fry!-
We've two thousand volts here,
To light up your eyes,
When we throw that switch, boy,
We'll cook your insides.
You shouted and hollered,
As we shaved off your hair,
But we had to do it,
For our dear old chair.
For you done a killin',
And now you must pay,
So you'll ride the lightning,
In Old Sparky today.
***
