The Ramp - Robbers On High Street

In the late afternoon lull before Mom and D get home

I went out for a ride on my bicycle

Down to the corner on 15th Street

PJ and Goose sat looking beat

They said this ramp we made knows no defeat

So I laughed them down

Cause I thought I was a hot shot clown

Goose said «I don’t mean to burst your bubble»

«Are you stepping on my style Goose?

Oh man, trouble!»

He said, «I dare you.»

I said, «Make it a double.»

So I peddled back half a block away from that ramp

Yeah, I hit it so hard

I must have blacked out from the spill

'Cause I didn’t even feel

My body roll underneath

That cabby’s wheel

Now I wait to die in the hospital

Some sort of soft spot on my skull

While my parents write letter to Leo DiCaprio

They say my son doesn’t have long to go Some kind of soft spot on his skull

Three weeks before they pulled the plug

I got a photo op and a hug

Leo sat bedside

And trained his eyes

He said, «This one will surely lose another son that it never knew»

Man Leo felt it all the way