Bring Me the Head of Mrs. Butterworth

[The Smitchens]

Right-o. A few weeks ago I had my wisdom teeth pulled (plus a molar). So I wrote this song during the healing process and I would be honored if any of you lot would listen and mercilessly critique it to no end.

http://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=9799024

And here are the lyrics for those of you that like to sing along.

I have named my enemy

It's Butterworth

Her head atop the finest pancakes

With sweet entrails seeping over the plate

Gripping her hair I lift up to feast

Her soul is as sweet as the nectar in her veins

A butter knife swings downward

Like a guillotine and off pops her head

Ow. My teeth hurt

I had to have them removed

Because of Mrs. Butterworth

I probably shouldn't be doing this

Because it hurts

Damn you, Mrs. Butterworth

I need you are to make a stack of flapjacks (I need a big stack of flapjacks)

I need flapjacks right now

I'm not talking about no corn cakes (I'm not talking about corn cakes)

Extra butter

Combine pancake mix and water in a bowl

And stir until large lumps disappear

For thicker pancakes add a little more mix

For thinner pancakes add a little more water

Are to biscuit (I need flapjacks)

And then you cut them with mouth arrrrr (with wheat)

Flapjack flapjack flapjack flapjack

I need flapjack yeah.

Flapjack flapjack flapjack flapjack

[Gimgak]

All I have to say is that this is one of the oddest things I've ever listened to in the WIP forum.

[The Smitchens]

Why thank you. I'm toying with the idea of starting a band based off this idea.