Jimbo’s Skrimp & Waffles

_____________________________ Grill sizzlin’, receipts stackin, Jimbo’s Skrimp n Waffles where it’s hap’nin Grease poppin’, drive thru hoppin’ Just a regular night and the orders ain’t stoppin’ Then a gentle crackle in his earpiece comes through true Big Jimbo says his line “what can we do fer you?” Through his ear spits a voice with an oozy boozy drawl, (Ay bruh… could you lend a dude a straw?) Jimbo sighs a bit, “why not sir, second window please” Hands a straw out the window, easy like a breeze With a grunt of disapproval he sees in the stranger’s lap A 44 ounce sodie pop from Clem’s Clam Shack [instrumental] Little did he know, free straws weren’t in the budge’ And his act of generosity gave his finances a nudge That little cost of business knocked him from his rank So he had to take a loan out from the Bugtussle Bank Now Bugtussle bank needed to refill the vault, So they jacked up the rates on Saul’s Microprocessor Stall, Saul couldn’t pay the bill so they repossessed his land, Now the bank had cutting edge tech in their hands The bank’s CEO goes by Big Dan Harvey And Big Dan’s brother is a general in the army So Dan liquidates the assets in a contract with the guvvy And his brother gives his science team the tech “make me some money” The scientists get crack-a-lackin no time fuh slackin And develop a new robot that’s adept at body stackin’ But Saul’s microprocessors are prone to error So the brand new robots begin a new era of terror [instrument break] [gentle vocals that gradually get louder] Murderbots on the horizon Choppas in the Ayer Murderbots on the horizon Choppas in the Ayer Murderbots on the horizon Choppas [Yelling] MURDERBOTS ON THE HORIZON! CHOPPAS IN THE AYER! MURDERBOTS ON THE HORIZON! CHOPPAS IN THE AYER! MURDERBOTS ON THE HORIZON! CHOPPAS IN THE AYERRRRRRRR-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R [Frowns’ Daughter] uyj\\p-p-p-POW, POW POW, POW p-p-p-POW, POW POW, POW hyoj guiig[ ,,,,,, 00000000000000000wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwg tytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytytyty Our good ol’ boy Jimbo finds himself in a hole Crawlin’ through the mud like a hairless inbred mole Hopin for some peace hopin someone comes along And saves his little ass from a Roomba with a gun But the earth’s scorched for miles and death is closin’ in He’s tired and he’s broken and he’s repenting for his sins For everyone he loves and hates has been reduced to ashes Just as he accepts his fate he feels charged air in his eyelashes A murderbot stands over him and before it executes its plan It opens its mouth wide and says “could I get a straw man?” Shaken, Jimbo jerks awake he’s standing at a cash redge With a headpiece in his ear and a drunkard on the other end Composes himself quickly, relieved he says some funny “Get the fuck out of my drive thru unless you talkin money!” “Unless you talkin’ money!” [wind down] Damn.