Achy Breaky Heart Acoustic Cover
Here's where I ruin that Billy-Ray Cyrus song everyone liked. I always thought it would be better as a sad song because the lyrics are really a downer. It reads like what you would write if you were making fun of an old-fashioned country break-up song.
I especially like all the poetic turns the song makes around body parts in general and fingers/lips in particular.
You can tell my lips to tell my fingertips they won't be reaching out for you no more.
You can tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip he never liked me anyway.
That's pretty golden because it rhymes both halves of the song in a way that links them thematically and gives your brain a little flash of slanted recollection. It's a neat little song, and even though it does not stand up to the test of time, I can see why it was such a huge success.