Put That in Your Tra-La-La (& Smoke It)

Crank up your submarine
turn up the bass
silver nails flash

at the ends of your branches
one moment you're all fish and sauce
next one gone to Tejas

or some such nonsense
your hip clicks and clicks
quarters slide seductively down your slot
oh laptop of yore
hotpants can't dance
but, oh, you can you can