Risky Business ~ R Rated Poetry by PJ Perry

Hillbilly Deliverence

The hills are alive...

With the sound of hillbillies

I won't survive

The banjos are giving me the willies!

With a rinky dinky dinky do

Oh crap! The banjo duel

Rinky dinky dinky doooooooooooooo

How could anyone be so cruel?

They all come out and sit on their porches

It's early evening, they spark up their torches

And hoping their huts don't collapse on their stilts

And suck on a straw till the bloody thing wilts

Tooth gap smiles show that they're really pleased

An occasion that demands the best dungarees

A time of joy that happens every weekend

I'm only here cos I took the wrong bend

Tonight they'll cook a pig on the spit

Just as soon as granddad has finished shagging it

While one of the billies bounces his daughter on his knee

It wouldn't be so bad but she is fifty three

Another one introduced me to his mother

Who happens also to be his auntie, sister and brother!

And a boy shouts out across to his son who older than he

Makes you wonder how the hell that could be

And the eight foot one they just call him

Well there is always one with the extra limb

Rinky dinky dinky dinky dooooooooooooo

I think that film deliverance is true!