Which Brent Are You Talking To?
Here is a song I made up called "Which Brent Are You Taking To?" My dream is for Big Brent and I to make beautiful music of this- just the two of us with acustic guitars, like Tenacious D or something. We will play it at Open Mic Nights or at parties upon female request. I have no musical accompaniment as of yet, but here is how it will go:
(Some sweet, catchy guitar lick…)
(Spoken) The other night I was making love to a woman. She’s a freshman. I’ll point her out if I see her. Anyways, um, everything was going pretty good, naturally. I’m Lil B, you know. But then all of a sudden she screamed out my name. Right in the middle of it. I had to stop. It totally killed the mood. I was like, “Who did you mean, right then?” She didn’t understand. I was like, “Well, were you referring to me, or him?” and I looked over her shoulder at Big B. “Oh,” she said. “I totally forgot he was even back there! But keep going, anyways, both of you.”
Chorus:
I’ve got a joke that will never get old
A never-ending fountain of comedy gold.
I live with a guy with the same name as me
My name is Brent, and this is Brent, my roomie.
Which Brent are you talking to?
Which Brent, is it me or you?
Which Brent re you talking too-oo-woo?.
(Guitar kicks in harder, then slows down for spoken part.)
(Spoken) Hello? Yes, this is he. …Wait, who is this? My grandma? … That’s funny, because both of my grandmas are dead. …Oh, don’t get upset. …I know! You must mean Brent Hanson, we are both named Brent. Gosh, sorry. Hold on a sec, I’ll go get him.
Chorus:
I’ve got a joke that will never get old
A never-ending fountain of comedy gold.
I live with a guy with the same name as me
My name is Brent, and this is Brent, my roomie.
Which Brent are you talking to?
Which Brent, is it me or you?
Which Brent re you talking too-oo-woo?.
(Spoken) Humm. Well, I’ve never been to Spain, Rachel, but I’ll give it a shot. I think if I had been there I would have gotten around the city on the Metro. It’s a public transportation system in Madrid that everybody uses, I’m guessing. You know, Big B was actually there all last semester- OH! You must have been directing your question at him. Sorry. You just said Brent. I should have known by the context of the question…
Which Brent are you talking to?
Which Brent, is it me or you?
Which Brent are you talking to-oo-woo!
I play a super tight solo.
(Spoken)
Lil B: Did you hear what he said right before he went under?
Big B: Yeah. “Help. Help me, Brent. My God, Help.” Then he kinda made some gurgling sounds.
Lil B: Yeah, that’s what I heard too.
Big B: So… was he looking at you… or, me.
Lil B: I dunno. He was splashing a lot. Couldn’t really tell.
Big B: Yeah.
Lil B: Well. He probably was referring to you, because you’ve been friends longer.
Big B: Yeah, but you’re a way better swimmer.
Lil B: True.
Big B: Ummm. We can flip for it.
Lil B: Sure. I have a nickel.
Big B: No, hold up. I think I have a quarter…. Nope. It’s a nickel too.
Lil B: Heh. Nice.
Big B: Okay, so call it in the air.
Lil B: Heads.
Big B: No. It’s tails.
Lil B: So, does that mean you go save him, or me?
Big B: Haha. I don’t know. Okay, heads you save him, tails I do.
Lil B: Sounds good.
Big B: …. Okay… tails.
Lil B: Yes!
Big B: So… we aren’t doing two out of three?
Lil B: Fine. Whatever.
Big B: Let’s use my nickel.
(Repeat 3 X)
Which Brent are you talking to?
Which Brent, is it me or you?
Which Brent are you talking to-oo-woo?
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