Obvious from his new release, “Bohannon's Lamentations of Place”, Bohannon laments place. And this reporter, pernes tounia, thinks you will agree. I, I, I...”
“It occurs to me,” Bohannon interrupted, “that what with the new mother nature taking over and the new splendid lady come to call that where you live doesn't matter, but with the shallow floaters clinging on ... to ... place.
Mothers and sisters know it's cold; men are hot, but mostly not, but certain and doubting, doubting all the time.
Theres nothing wrong with a guy who wonders why and doesn't take it up the ass.
A man who questions, is disagreeable, but doesn't have to agree with you.
A man who questions, is disagreeable, but doesn't have to agree with you.
Doubt and disagree-ability are what you are to me. Doubt and disagree-ability are what you are to me.”
I think you'll agree that what with his ability to, fuck, I don't know. He's a lazy ass – a pussy – bohannon. Even his new song BOHANNON'S LAMENTATIONS OF PLACE sounds discombobulated, messed up, man, snafu! Right? Isn't that like situation normal something get up? This reporter, pernes tounia, thinks so.