Hey now, you're an All Star

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead

Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow

(Did they just suggest that it doesn't make sense not to live for fun? Uh huh, I think they did. I likes that. I really likes that. Backstreets? Was that suggested as well? Uh huh. Farm out, you can see farms, minus the hustle-bustle, tailgaters, I'm-in-a-hurry-it's-all-about-me folks. Country road, take me home. Victor, the song is "All Star", please, not another song. BM [bite me, not bowel movement, well, maybe that too])

Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold

(Tubthumping - Victor, you can't mix THREE songs in one blog. Ahhhhhhhh choooooooo. Oh, sorry, was snot intended to get that allover you, my bad. Knocked down? Git urass back up. Give up? Sorry, not today. Worry that people consider one a loser? Yeah, Ringo and George prolly told Paul and John "that song will never work." Damnit Victor, that's four songs in one blog - maybe you are a loser.)

It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now, wait till you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire, how about yours?
That's the way I like it and I never get bored

(That's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it. Victor, I give up. NOPE, one can never get up. "What doesn't kill me make me stronger." Victor, is that another damn song? Nope, it's Friedrich Nietzcsche. Who? Friedrich Nietzcsche. An 1800's German philosopher who ultimately went insane, but, besides the point - way ahead of his time with that quote.)

Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
All that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold

(Who's an All Star? You, me, everyone. Can't = "Watch me." Give up before you start = "KMA". Only shooting stars break the mold.... Orrrrr, just like the man who met a lady and told her "You look just like my 6th wife" [Victor, you've told this one before. "KMA"] She replied "Good Lord man, how many times have you been married?".... Five.)

Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show, on get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars

(I'm friends with a shooting star - former marathon running lady who had her knee replaced. "You'll never run again." Much, VERY MUCH trial, tribulation, tubthumping - she just RAN 3 miles.)

Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas?
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yep what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go (go!)
You'll never shine if you don't glow

(Anudder friend, bad bad car wreck, "we might have to amputate your leg at the ankle, you'll never run again." Much, VERY MUCH trial, tribulation, tubthumping - this person has since competed in triathlons.)

Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold

And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold

(So Victor, I'm deducting, to be an All Star, one must do something super human eh? Nuh uh, it's simply a message to us all, never give up... or, "Don't think twice it's allright." GEEEZ Louise.)

Say, anyone seen my 6th wife? jk, it would only be the 3rd, but I ain't never giving up. Again, is that a double negative? Who cares, be an Allstar, only shooting stars break the mold.

Now you're probably going to end with something stupid like 'conVICtion' eh? Nope, same message as always, I write to me, for me, hitchhikers welcome. (But, conVICtion ain't bad!)

This blog has been really stupid, but I don't care, let it all hang out. I quit. (Don't quit, all that glitters is gold and only shooting stars break the mold. You'll never shine if you don't glow. Hey now, you're an all star.)

Love, Victurd