what the fuck
seriously
what the fuck
seriously
MET HIM IN A CELL IN NEW ORLEANS
I WAS DOWN AND OUT
How has this not blown everyone's minds?
i guess mostly because i don't have any idea who the fuck mr. bojangles is.
that contributes in part to why his whiteness has not blown my mind.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5voM2HExV_Q
You haven't heard this song?
probably not, and since my computer is a piece of shit with no sound, i probably never will.
Oh well.
I'll just post the lyrics so you can tl;dr them.
wait
preemptive tl;dr
okay go
I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes
Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that old soft shoe
He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, will he likely touch down ?
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.
I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was down and out
He looked to me to be the eye of age as he spoke right out
He talked of life, he talked of life, laughing slapped his leg stale
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.
He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick all across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high and he clicked
up his heels
He let go laugh, he let go laugh, shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, yeah, dance.
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughtout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him but just travelled all about
Hid dog up and died, he up and died, and after 20 years he still grieves
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.
He said I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars,Ocause I drink so bitO
He shook his head, yes he shook his head, I heard someone ask him, OpleaseO,
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, dance, Mr Bojangles, dance.
I saw a Zwilling straight razor at a knife shop today. I don't think I'd pay $120 to probably cut my throat open by accident.
mr. bojangles sounds like an old motherfucker. 15 years with his dog, 20 years later. god damn. you'd think he'd have stress fractures from jumping and clicking his heels so much. shit's murder on your joints
I could never be a tap dancer because I cannot dance.