There are times you find yourself just sitting around the house, or driving to town, or taking a shower, and a song gets stuck in your brain -- you know it's true -- and you just can't shake it, or want to. And then, out of nowhere, you start thinking of something else, like food, or maybe playing the banjo, and then you notice that the word "banjo" would fit right nicely into this song, if you just changed a word here or a lyric there.
The next thing you know, you've come up with completely different lyrics for that song that got stuck in your brain -- and it doesn't sound half bad.
So, that's what happened here. I was thinking, "Man, I really wish I had some Pittsburg hotlinks, or pizza, and maybe a beer to wash it down, while I play banjo and decide whether or not I'm going to ride my motorcycle to work tomorrow."
Wow! Do I sound like a "wild man" or what. Sounds more like I was:
Born To Be Mild
Based on the song Born To Be Wild by Mars Bonfire and sung by Steppenwolf.
(Crank up the video -- it's at the bottom -- and sing along!)
Get your banjo strummin’
Head out on the highway
Looking for some hot links
Or whatever comes our way
Yeah darlin’ how ‘bout half a dozen
Take a few in a love embrace
Eat all that you want at once
And explode into space
I like spicy hotlinks
Covered with some chili
Wash it down with Shiner’s
Don’t be willy nilly
Yeah darling gonna make it happen
Grab a plate in a love embrace
Eat all of that food at once
And explode into space
Like a true banjo guy
I was born, born to be mild
If I climb that high
I think I’ll probably die
Born to be Mild
Born to be Mild
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