The following musical interlude is brought to you by my mojo.
Well no one told me about it, the way I cried
Well no on told me about it, my brain was fried
But it's too late to say I'm sorry
How would you know, why should you care
I been trying to find my mojo
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way I rocked
The way I'd act and the puns that were there
My wit was soft and cool
My posts were clear and bright
But they're not there
Well no one told me about it, what could I do
Well no one told me about it, and the air's now blue
But it's too late to say I'm sorry
How would you know, do you really care
I'm still tryin' to find my mojo
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way I rocked
The way I'd act and the puns that were there
My wit was soft and cool
My posts were clear and bright
But they're not there
But it's too late to say I'm writing
How would you know, do you really care
I'm still tryin to find my mojo
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way I rocked
The way I'd act and the puns with flair
My wit was soft and cool
My posts were clear and bright
But they're not there
With apologies to the Zombies (Man, I'm friggin' old.) I've included the original song for your enjoyment. And, who knows, maybe my mojo will be there next week.
Well no one told me about it, the way I cried
Well no on told me about it, my brain was fried
But it's too late to say I'm sorry
How would you know, why should you care
I been trying to find my mojo
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way I rocked
The way I'd act and the puns that were there
My wit was soft and cool
My posts were clear and bright
But they're not there
Well no one told me about it, what could I do
Well no one told me about it, and the air's now blue
But it's too late to say I'm sorry
How would you know, do you really care
I'm still tryin' to find my mojo
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way I rocked
The way I'd act and the puns that were there
My wit was soft and cool
My posts were clear and bright
But they're not there
But it's too late to say I'm writing
How would you know, do you really care
I'm still tryin to find my mojo
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way I rocked
The way I'd act and the puns with flair
My wit was soft and cool
My posts were clear and bright
But they're not there
With apologies to the Zombies (Man, I'm friggin' old.) I've included the original song for your enjoyment. And, who knows, maybe my mojo will be there next week.
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