I'm a Little Bit Creepy (Joe Song)

I'm a little bit creepy, old man by your side
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't hand out candy, but boy if I did
I'd drive a van on the street you live

If I was a stalker, but, but then again, no
Or the man who looks in your windows on nights when you don't know
They say it's not much, but it's just what I do
My gift is my touch, and this one's for you

And now watches everybody my little wrong
It may be perverted, but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I got on your nerves
How creepy my life is, cos I'm just a perv

I sat near by you and touched just a gloss
Well, a few of observers, well, they don't get too cross
But the crowd's been quite kind while I commit wrongs
But it's people like you that keep me turned on

So excuse me for touching, but these things I do
You see, I'm a frotteur, if they're teens or it's you
Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean
But yours are the sweetest thighs I've ever squeezed

And now watches everybody my little wrong
It may be perverted, but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I got on your nerves
How creepy my life is, cos I'm just a perv

I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I got on your nerves
How creepy my life is, cos I'm just a perv
 

Groucho Marxist,

Now it is you who owe me a replacement beverage. Jackalopelipsky will never be able to hear the joyful music box of the popsicle man cruising Jackalopelipsky's 'hood without feeling the need to warn the neighbors. That's the way Next Tuesday rolls, man...every little joy must be crushed..so that we never trust joy to flourish. Stamp joy out. Pervert joy. Otherwise, people might get stupid ideas about life...which makes life nigh near impossible for perverts. In fact, if Jackalopelipsky doesn't allow creeps to pose as benign popsicle van drivers making a buck by getting kids to raid the loose coin jar in the laundry room hoping to score enough for a cherry twin-pop ---then Jackalopelipsky is mentally ill. I 'get' that now. I want to get better. I won't do it again...please???

forelock tug,
Jackalopelipsky
#BR 549
 

Hey Joe
What you doing to that chick with your hand?
Hey Joe
What you doing to that chick with your hand?

I’m going down to touch your old lady
You know, I see you’re busy talking around with some other men
I’m going down to touch your old lady
You know, I see your busy talking around with some other men
And my move’s so cool

Hey Joe
I heard you groped some woman down
You groped her down, now
Hey Joe, I said
I heard you groped some young women down
You groped them down without a sound
Yeah

Yes I did, I groped her
You know, I caught her standing around, standing around (and yes I did)
Yes I did, I groped her
You know, I caught your old lady standing around, standing around
And I groped her!

Hey Joe, I said
How you going to run then now?
Where we, where we going to go?

Hey Joe,
How you going to run then now?
Where we, where we going to go?
Well, damn it

Polls going way down south
Way down the terminal way
Polls going way down south
Way down, gonna have to set me free
Hope no one’s going to fine me

There’s no police man going to
He ain’t gonna lay a cuff around me, you better believe
I’m going to go now
Hey, hey Joe
You better go on down, go now
I got to go now
 

Comradely salutations and extra doses of equality to the both you musical hooligans. Feeling lazy, so will invoke the Karaoke Cheese Principle* for my dollop of equality



Down in the East Room where the daughters all go
There's a dick veep bonehead named Creepy Joe
He's got a weird aspect like he's halfway drunk
And when he's sniffing children's hair
Man, I'm like "What the funk"

Creepy Joe
Now, look at him go ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
Creepy, Creepy Creepy Joe ho-ho
Let her go
Ooh, oh no .. Creepy Joe

He rubbed on a little one's cheeks one week
At one of those Senator swear in things
He was kissing on her head and he wouldn't let go
And once the pics were taken
They said, "That's just Joe"

Perver Joe
Now, look at him stroke, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Perver, Perver, Perver Joe oh-oh
Let her go
Ooh, oh no ..

(Perv-) Creepy Joe went to a Las Vegas rally today
He fondled an older woman in his Uncle Joe way
He stirred up a little bit of shock, I'm told
And when she went to the networks
Joe was owned

Creepy Joe
Now look at him grope, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Creepy, Creepy Creepy Joe oh oh
Let her go
Ooh, oh no .. Creepy Joe

Dumb Joe!!

*(The greater the cheese of the original song, the "grater" the burn on the target)
 

Great work, everybody! That was my favorite Elton John's song (or is it Elton Joe now?) I'll never be able to hear it again without visualizing a "free candy" van.


 

I'm going to just leave this here.

WELCOME BACK JOE! pic.twitter.com/b2NbBSX3sx

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) April 4, 2019

 

Gosh and Gee Whillikers. In my provincial beet growing and vodka distilling State placing your hands on someone without their permission like that is technically called "assault".
 

There's just a old fashion touching feeling down
Just a little frotteurism that's going round
A little bit of bending and a little bit of sniffing
A little bit of rubbing and a whole lot of creeping
Just a old fashion touching feeling down

Feeling down, Feeling down
Just a old fashion touching feeling down
It really ain't hard to understand
Biden's got some hands, gotta watch where they land
It's just a old fashion touching feeling down

There's just a old fashion touching feeling down
Just a little frotteurism that's going round
A little bit of bending and a little bit of sniffing
A little bit of rubbing and a whole lot of creeping
Just a old fashion touching feeling down

Feeling down, Feeling down
Just a old fashion touching feeling down
It really ain't hard to understand
Biden's got some hands, gotta watch where they land
It's just a old fashion touching feeling down
 

Oh my Stalin! The cheese laid down by Groucho Marxist has ensnared many in what Comrade Callmelennie has written as natural law ...the grater (greater) burn. Laughter is rippling out across the gulag as equality occurs. Thought criminal prisoners openly laugh at a joke which taunt the guards into StateCrime laughter. Spread the grater burn of equality throughout the archipelagos. Hold your fist up in defiance against the power limiting laughter and joy. Make prison guards and prisoners EQUAL in revolutionary pursuit of Next Tuesday! Forward!! The coming of Red Square is most imminent. Are you with me, brothers?? Dare equality of outcome!!

Like Comrade Stierlitz said, "I was BORN Cube-woke, baby! All I had to do was find out." Which is most equal right there as ALL genders, trans, co-mammals must affirm is just man-spreading all over the place...which of course must be crushed or inequality exists. Cubists do not tolerate inequality. Be equal to Comrade Stierlitz and stamp out inequality like Stierlitz's boot on his cigarette butt.

Jackalopelipsky
#BR 549
 

A confession... Prior to my internment in gulag in solitary, I was diagnosed with frotteurism. It seemed that I could not avoid really crowded elevators at various people's governmental ministries. Thus I starting attending a people's support group.

Still, no one knew why I was there... I was just there for the communal hugs afterwards
 

Many props to Comrade Biden for his very creepy stares progressive views and hand movements stances...
 

It is good that you received proper treatment, comrade Groucho Marxist. It's like Jackalopelipsky told Baxter, the institutional cat, "You're never going to get better on this fettish for baby birds if you continue to sit in the window watching the bird feeder."

Jackalopelipsky
#BR 549
 

Oh my Guevarra, Comrades!! This thread is expanding faster than an Anthony Weiner dick joke. It's blowing up like a Joe Biden presidential bid
 

Callmelennie

Oh my Guevarra, Comrades!! This thread is expanding faster than an Anthony Weiner dick joke. It's blowing up like a Joe Biden presidential bid

Jackalopelipsky throws another log on the fire.



You don't have to be beautiful to turn Joe on
He just wanna feel some body, baby, from dusk 'til dawn
You don't need experience to knock Joe out
You just leave it all up to Joe, He’s gonna show you what Joe’s all about

You don't have to be rich to be Joe’s girl
You just have to be cool let Joe rule your world
Ain't no particular age he’s more compatible with
He just has some extra time for a sniff

You got to not talk dirty, baby, if you wanna impress Joe
You can't be too flirty, mama, Joe knows how to undress y’see
He’s living in his own fantasy, maybe to Joe it’s all very fine
You just leave it all up to Joe, he’s out for a good time

You don't have to be a rich to be Joe’s girl
You just have to be cool let Joe rule your world
Ain't no particular age Joe’s more compatible with
He just has some extra time for a sniff

Yes, oh, I think I wanna dance, uh
Gotta, gotta, oh
Crazy Uncle Joe’s Parade
Gotta, gotta, gotta

Women, even girls, rule Joe’s world, Joe said they rule his world
Act your age, Joey, not your shoe size, maybe we could do the twirl
We don't have to always watch C-Span to have an attitude
We just leave it all up to Joe, his love smells women as food

You don't have to be rich to be Joe’s girl
You just have to be cool and let Joe rule your world
Ain't no particular age Joe’s compatible with!
He just want your extra time and a sniff
 

Come inside little kids to get drool on your backs at the function.
Forget about the stares, he's gonna sniff your hair at the function

Lotsa curves, he'll touch
Even more, in a bunch
at the function
(Democrat Function)

There's this little guy there called Joe Robinette at the function
(Democrat Function)
He'll make your teeth grate, when he grabs your breast at the function
(Democrat Function)
Yeah that's creepy Joe, we warned you doncha know at the function,
Democrat function
 

Tip of Ushanka to paroled Cube Comrade CFM for the inspiration

Come ride the crazy train that is flying off the track at the Junction
Forget about fair play, it is time to attack at the Junction
Lots of clues you bet, even vids that you get from the Junction
Pedophile Junction!

There's a squinty old male, wants to be our Pres at the Junction
(Pedophile Junction)
He is drawn to hair, watch him feel her chest at the Junction
(Pedophile Junction)
Now catch Uncle Joe, he'll be addin' to his woes at the Junction
(Pedophile Junction)
 

Great Big Brother's Ghost, but was that a par-tay last night behind Tractor Barn #2 last night?? Nothing left but spent ashes in the Biden Campaign Bonfire this morning. Jackalopelipsky stayed cogent until the embers stopped flaming, but Comrades Groucho and Lennisky hung on until the coals began to die down.

And Ivan Stakhonovet's is relieved that the surplus ....siphoned off fuel barrels that forms the visual barrier for all the little gulag con's hooliganism site. It was a most equal, yet most deserved. People's Par-tay that will live in Collective legend and myth

forelock tug,
Jackalopelipsky
#BR 549
 

Don't want you to touch me.
Don't need you to rub me.
I'd love to be left be.
I'm beggin' you don't hunch me.
Don't want you to touch me.
Don't need you to rub me.
I'd love to be left be

They shine up this old prev guy.
He puts on that prevy look
He says this just day's work
If he can touch you.

Diddle while, Diddle while, Diddle while see you cringin'
Ohh Diddle while, Diddle while, Diddle while see you cringin'
Feelin' you up all alone and you feel is your skin crawlin''
Ohh Diddle while, Diddle while, Diddle while see you cringin'

Don't want you to touch me.
Don't need you to rub me.
I'd love to be left be.
I'm beggin' you don't hunch me.

They shine up this old prev guy.
He puts on that prevy look
He says this just day's work
If he can touch you.

Diddle while, Diddle while, Diddle while..
See you cringin' (cringin, cringin').
Oh, Diddle while, Diddle while, Diddle while,
See you cringe (cringe, cringe)
Feelin' up alone and all you feel your skin crawlin'

Oh, Diddle while, Diddle while, Diddle while
See you cringin' (cringin', cringin').

Feelin' up alone and all you feel is your skin crawlin' (crawlin', crawlin').
Oh, Diddle while, Diddle while, Diddle while
See you cringin' (cringin', cringin').

Don't want you to touch me.
Don't need you to rub me.
I'd love to be left be.
I'm beggin' you don't hunch me.
Don't want you to touch me.
Don't need you to rub me.
Don't want you to touch me.
Don't need you to rub me.
 

Excellent work comrades! Makes me miss Dr. Demento. Someone needs to glue oven mitts on that letch's hands.
 

I saw him grin one hell of a grin
When he turned the screw
That fractured smile just sealed my hate
For people like you
You'd have to have walked through the pain I felt
To understand the pleasure I feel

I'm not vicious about it
I'm not vicious to you
I'm not vicious about it
I'm not vicious to you

I saw him swim, and tightening in
To circle the prey
Those razor teeth just ripped to the bone
And ended your day
You'd have to have swam in infested seas
To understand the treasure I've found

I'm not vicious about it
Oh, I'm not vicious to you
I'm not vicious about it
Oh, I'm not vicious to you

I felt his long tubular fangs sink into my skin
Rearing his head up he struck me again and again
You'd have to have slept in a serpent's den
To understand the freedom I've found

But I'm not vicious about it, etc
 

Between diddling and the free candy van, Jackalopelipsky is just creeped out...but not vicious about it.
 

I know you stand in line until the swearing in time
To molested by me
And I know that I take a chance, you'll cringe at my advance
You won't be comfy with me
And during this I'll pull you close with a friendly pat on your shoulder or two
And then I go and spoil it all by doing something creepy and I touch you

I can see fear in your eyes
That you despise creepy guys your protestations ignore
And though it's just a touch to you, for me it's new
Like a hundred times before

I go on evening news and find some clever lines to say
To make intentions obscure
But if I wait they'll think they're safe and never notice that I'm hoovering over you
The time is right, I sniff your hair, my eyes see red and now my hands are turning blue
And then I go and spoil it all by doing something creepy and I touch you

The time is right, I sniff your hair, my eyes see red and now my hands are turning blue
And then I go and spoil it all by doing something creepy and I touch you

I touch you
I touch you
I touch you
 

I'm getting the distinct impression that The Comrade Director is not fully on board with Uncle Yusuf's "tactile style of retail politicking."

(That's how the People's Fishwrap, the Novaya Yorkskaya Pravda put it, Comrades. My Gramsci, you may have to put me out to the People's Pasture. I can't keep up with reality anymore)
 

Callmelennie

I'm getting the distinct impression that The Comrade Director is not fully on board with Uncle Yusuf's "tactile style of retail politicking."

(That's how the People's Fishwrap, the Novaya Yorkskaya Pravda put it, Comrades. My Gramsci, you may have to put me out to the People's Pasture. I can't keep up with reality anymore)

The Intersectuality Diagram ushering the the something completely new of the Wednesday after achievement of the G.W.O.N.T. has blown the mind of Comrade Callmelenniesky...it's Full Metal Brazil 'round here. Welcome, Comrades!!

Go Big. Be Bold. Do Good. and yeeeeeehaw!

Jackalopelipsky
#BR 549
 

Come ride the little train that is rolling down the tracks to the GULAG.
(Petticoat GULAG)
Forget about your life, it is time to get packed for the GULAG.
(Petticoat GULAG)

Lotsa work, you bet. And your freedom? Say "Nyet!"
At the GULAG... Petticoat GULAG.

Forever counting trees and you'll never rest at the GULAG.
(Petticoat GULAG)
Run by the NKVD, come and be their guest at the GULAG.
(Petticoat GULAG)

And that's Uncle Joe, he's a movin' kind of slow at the GULAG,
Petticoat GULAG!