The Thong Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. Sisqo Eliot

[This website explores Cinema (Ci) and Comics + Colonialism + Cop Shows (Co3) but now also, apparently, bad poetry mash-ups. With apologies to Sisqo for associating him with a racist, misogynist, anti-semite. This is dedicated to Feminista Jones & Justin Cohen who said it would be worth their while.]

 

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse a la pista da ballo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scuotere.
Ma percioche giammai di questo varco
Non torno vivo alcun, la tua tanga è la verità,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

This thing right here
is letting all the ladies know
what guys talk about
Time yet for a hundred indecisions
and for a hundred visions and revisions

Let us go then, you and I,
I like it when the beat goes
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Baby make your booty go
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Baby I know you want to show
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
All night long
The muttering retreats
Let me see that thong
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
That thong thong thong thong thong

With a look in your eye so devilish,
with a bald spot in the middle of my hair.
See you shaking that thing like who’s the ish?
“Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”

My necktie rich and modest but asserted by a simple pin.
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck.
But how his arms and legs are thin!
Thighs like what, what, what
Do I dare disturb the universe?
Baby move your butt, butt, butt
I think I’ll sing it again

My necktie rich and modest but asserted by a simple pin.
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck.
But how his arms and legs are thin!
Thighs like what, what, what
Do I dare disturb the universe?
Baby move your butt, butt, butt

Am an attendant lord, one that will do
Baby make your booty go
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Baby I know you want to show
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
That thong thong thong thong thong

Ooh that dress so scandalous
Indeed there will be time
And you know another n**** can’t handle it
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time

In the room the women come and go
Baby make your booty go

You like to dance on the hip hop spots
I have known them all already, known them all:
And you cruise to crews to connect the dots
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
Baby I know you want to show
There will be time to murder and create,
I like it when the beat goes
And time for all the works and days of hands
Baby make your booty go

The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase
All night long
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
Let me see that thong.

Yeah!
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
I said I like the way you move that thing
Of insidious intent
I see your body, glistening
To lead you to an overwhelming question…
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Your thighs, your knees,
Your breasts, your feet
Let us go and make our visit.

Time for you and time for me,
That thong thong thong thong thong

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