Rumspringa

Tonight marks the end of the Rumspringa supports for Jonathan Richman – something of a way to warm up for our bound-to-be legendary launch this Thursday…so I’ve written a (dreadful) little song, in honour of Rumspringa’s arrival, Sam’s sore head, Jess’s jetlag, and both their birthdays.

Ready?

One two three four five six….
Rumpsringa Rumspringa
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna fly thru the bowling lanes
With their dirty boots on
We’re in love with Sammy’s musings
And the neon lights in Jess’s smile
And the tuaca when it’s late at night
With their dirty boots on…

(Dirty Boots on) repeat to fade…..

Sorry.
See you Thursday…..