Drivel Drivel
(To the tune of Rebel Rebel by David Bowie) Lyrics by Sandra HullDoo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo Well this week's contest is a pain, 'cause I'm Not sure if I can write a cinquain Maybe I'll get an Ear Maybe my name will appear I get ink every now and then I keep hoping that one day I'll win But it's hard on my social life My friends scoff when they read F2 They put it down, they say it's poo That tacky stuff just puts them off CHORUS: Drivel Drivel, it's all such pap Drivel Drivel, my entries are crap Drivel Drivel, why write this dirt? Hot damn! I won a shirt! Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo (FIRST VERSE REPEATS) CHORUS: Drivel Drivel, it's all such pap Drivel Drivel, my entries are crap Drivel Drivel, why write this dirt? Hot damn! I won a shirt! Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo I must confess, my life is a mess I get in F2, but my friends aren't impressed I ain't no Twenhafel, I'm more Chuck Smith I got a t-shirt and I love squeaky rats I wanna be there when they send out the stats So I'm in F2 With my juvenile doo-doo Because good taste is taboo So what do they know? I said, what do they know?