Neon Moon

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Painted on Jordache Jeans, a satin shirt
women in the '80's knew how to flirt
From designer boots to Valley Girl
those girls knew how to give me a whirl

Many lessons were learned back then
girls taught boys how to bear it and grin
but oh for the lessons that we now know
taught to us so very long ago

The one that I will always treasure
none of the other can compare or measure
Is, DO NOT get a whipping when wearing parachute pants
there is no defense, you don't stand a chance

That day in American History when my number was called
out in the hall, the paddle never once stalled
My ass was red and blistered very soon
and glowed like a beer sign or a neon moon.

The incident is now folk lore at my old school
the day Fester was branded like a fool
From space, two man made objects your eyes may pass
the Great Wall of China and Fester's Red Ass

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