Jack Johnson

I dig some of Jack Johnson's music. I'm a perenial guitar doodler, and his genre is near and dear. So I'm going to offer two new lyrical versions of his song "gone" for your enjoyment. First, the original first two verses and chorus:

Look at all those fancy clothes,
But these could keep us warm just like those.
And what about your soul? Is it cold?
Is it straight from the mold, and ready to be sold?

And cars and phones and diamond rings,
Bling, bling, because those are only removable things.
And what about your mind? Does it shine?
Are there things that concern you, more than your time?

Gone, going.
Gone, everything.
Gone, don't give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, when they don't wanna sing.
Gone, people, all awkward with their things,
Gone.

Now my stupid version #1 written for the gun nut elites:

Look at all those fancy clothes,
But these could keep us warm just like those.
And what about your bdu? Is it cool?
Is it straight from the fold, and ready to lock and load?

And cars and phones and diamond rings,
Bling, bling, because bad guys seem to always have these things.
And what about your carbine? Does it shine?
Does your entry point concern you, most of the time?

Gone, going.
Gone, everything.
Gone, don't give a damn.
Gone, and she had, to hope for the swat team,
Gone, newbies, all akward with their slings,
Gone.

And now a quickie for all of us who feel the loss of Firefly/Serenity

Look at all those crappy clothes,
But these could keep us warm just like those.
And what about Jayne's soul? Is it cold?
Is it made out of mold, and why's it so ready to be sold?

And cargo doors and hulls and engine bling,
Fling, fling, because those are only removable things.
And what about Mal's mind? For Inara does it shine?
Are there things that concern her, at any other time?

Gone, going.
Gone, everything.
Gone, don't give a damn.
Gone, be River, when she does the rever dance.
Gone, Revers, all awkward with their things,
Gone.

Ok, that was dumb. But I have no shame, so there it is.