Itis Smoothie: A True Story
Late one night a call of fright
Rang from the South of Chicago
A man was beat, the cuts were deep
It could not wait 'til tomorrow
When we arrived the captain sighed
"Well fellows, it looks like he took some lead"
His face was smashed, a great big gash
Half way across his head
He said to a brother as I looked him over
"Damn, she hit me once mo'!"
"With what ?" I asked with a curious gasp
The phone, the chair, the do'? No...
Smoothie - Smoothie, she hit me with the smoothie
She hit me with the smoothie again
Smoothie - Smoothie, she hit me with the smoothie
The bitch done hit me with the smoothie again
It made no sense, but in my defense
I'm not up on all that slang
So I went to the truck, but I had no luck
With the word so absurd as it rang
The crews face showed that they didn't know
What the hell he was saying
I started to laugh, but I had to go back
To where that guy was laying
As I stopped the flood of brain and blood
Flowing from out of his head
I asked him again, as I swallowed my grin
And this is what he said...
Excuse me, um, sir, I guess I'm no whiz
But I just don't know what a smoothie is
He didn't even wince as he swigged his fifth
"You know, the thing you smooth the clothes out with!"