Smoothie: A True Story Late one night a call of fright Rang from the South of Chicago A man was beat, the cuts were deep It could not wait 'til tomorrow When we arrived the captain sighed "Well fellows, it looks like he took some lead" His face was smashed, a great big gash Half way across his head He said to a brother as I looked him over "damn, she hit me once mo'!" "With what ?" I asked with a curious gasp The phone, the chair, the do'? No... Smoothie - Smoothie, she hit me with the smoothie She hit me with the smoothie again Smoothie - Smoothie, she hit me with the smoothie The b!tch done hit me with the smoothie again It made no sense, but in my defense I'm not up on all that slang So I went to the truck, but I had no luck With the word so absurd as it rang The crews face showed that they didn't know What the hell he was saying I started to laugh, but I had to go back To where that guy was laying As I stopped the flood of brain and blood Flowing from out of his head I asked him again, as I swallowed my grin And this is what he said... Excuse me, um, sir, I guess I'm no whiz But I just don't know what a smoothie is He didn't even wince as he swigged his fifth "You know, the thing you smooth the clothes out with!"
