2003-07-20
5:43 p.m.

Sweet Baby Clay

Sweet Baby Clay(*edited)

(note: edited to add photo)

Author's note, 7-13-03: OK, so I was in a hot bath listening to James Taylor, one of my (and Buttercup's) favorite singers, although his CD will be replaced as soon as Clay's is here, and my favorite song starts "Sweet baby James." I'm humming along and it hits me that 'Clay' works just as well as 'James.' So, for your approval I submit my version. Do with as you please.

Sweet Baby Clay

There is a great singer he lives on the stage
He dances and slithers and makes us say "Mercy"
He prowls all around and clutches his jersey
Waiting for breaks, his outfits to change

And as the smoke billows he ascends from the gloom
As we think about socks and washing his hair
With a wink of his eye he makes all of us swoon
Then he sings out a song which is sexy and clear
Do you think maybe s**mon can hear?

Goodnight you Broads and Brudes
Rock-a-bye sweet baby Clay
Hot purple and red are the colors I love
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rock-a-bye sweet baby Clay

Now the first of the BEVR's are startin' to come
And everyone says that our boy is so hot
Lord, it took some BIG cameras to get all those shots
Between jerseys and white leather there's just so much to love

There's a song that he sings when he dances with skank-ho's
A song that he sings that makes us squirm in our skirts
Some believe when he sings that he's packin a boa
We could see alot better if he'd lift that dang shirt
And, oh my God, he does love to flirt

So dream on you wonderful Broads
Rock us you sweet sexy Clay
Purple ties and P.B. are the weapons I choose
Think he'll let us each have our own way?
Our sweet sex-toy boy Clay

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Written by: Dr. in NC

Inspired by: Clay Aiken concert videos, and, well, everything Clay

(My sincerest apologies to Mr. Taylor - his song ROCKS)