Having some difficulty with the music to this one. I feel it is more of a poem than a song and just needs some atmospheric background music, which is a bit of a departure for me. I'll keep working on it, as it is obviously an important contribution to contemporary culture.
Tina, Tina, I've never seen a
Pair of paps like those
Newfound protuberance, with jubilant exuberance
Pouting through your clothes
Grown from Nature's small creations
Thanks to Mankind's skill and patience
Behold the ripened fruit that burgeons
And thank the Lord, who gave us surgeons
But...
Stop the song, there's something wrong
To this observer's eyes
With an apology to technology
There's more to beauty than size
Which is why...
I have to say...
Tina, Tina, I've never been a
Man of strong sensibility
But those inner tubes within your boobs
Deprive them of all their mobility
How I lament the the jaunty jiggle
Bosom pal of buttocks' wiggle
What folly freedom so to fetter
And still the dance within your sweater
I may or may not be an enigma
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Yep feels more like a poem but i luv it. Clever and funny
carroll kiphen
Do you have music yet?
carroll kiphen
Enjoyed Da Read makes it very visible.I'm in.
Larry G. Killam
I have the beginnings of the music, Carroll. Still working on it.
I may or may not be an enigma
http://mysteriousbeings.com
I'm hearing a waltz ... ?
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Oh dear, I think I just peed myself. That is wildly funny, Gavin. Best song title ever btw
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Great lyric Gav, truly funny
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Tina Tina, girl what a great view.
You got a set I can hold on to.
Seems they're so much bigger than before.
I can't believe they're almost touching the floor.
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Just when you thought it was safe to come here, I've gone and put music to this. More of a poem with musical backing than a conventional song. Like if someone had thrust a mic into the hand of Robert Burns or Wordsworth or Shelley in a Greenwich Village club in the 1960s. I also revised and expanded the lyric quite a lot, so it's posted below.
TO TINA ON THE OCCASION OF HER NEW BREASTS
(Words & Music by Gavin Sinclair)
Tina, Tina, I've never seen a
Finer pair of paps than those
With the jubilant exuberance of newfound protuberance
Pouting through your clothes
Grown from Nature's small creations
Thanks to Mankind's skill and patience
Behold the ripened fruit that burgeons
And thank the Lord, who gave us surgeons
But, though some may treasure a taught tape measure
Or delight in a blouse that is tight
And a cup that runneth over is, I know, for
Many a sumptuous sight
Your fabric stretching pursuit of perfection
Is your business not mine
But nature’s confection needed no correction
To the original design
Tina, Tina, I've never been a
Man of strong sensibility
But those inner tubes within your boobs
Deprive them of all their mobility
How I lament the the jaunty jiggle
Bosom pal of buttocks' wiggle
What folly their freedom so to fetter
And still the dance within your sweater
Self-esteem, fulfilling a dream, I suppose these are reasonable grounds
For spending a few thousand dollars in exchange for a couple of pounds
But if a man should clamor for mammary glamour
Requiring a new top shelf
Point to his chest and politely suggest he invest in one for himself
I may or may not be an enigma
http://mysteriousbeings.com
Nailed it! That's Precisely Right! If a man can get'em then what's the point ladies! BRAVO 🙂
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