You Wrote the Book on How to Be a Liar
5 Colours in Her Hair
“Cameron, can I please turn off the car now?” My mum asked.
“NO!” I yelled
“And why not?” She asked, tapping her fingers on the stearing wheel…
“Because Dougie told me a HAVE to listen to the radio at noon! Please mum, only 5 more minutes!”
“Fine!” She said. I turned on the radio and waited…the clock struck noon, and music started
“Do do do do do doo
Do do do do do doo
Do do do do do doo
She's got a lip ring and 5 colours in her hair,
Not into fashion but I love the clothes she wears,
Her tattoo's always hidden by her underwear.
She don't care.
Everybody wants to know her name,
I threw a house party and she came
Everyone asked me
Who the hell is she?
That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair.”
“No way..” I whispered to myself, my mum looked at me and raised an eyebrow, I held up a finger right as the singing started again…
"She's just a loner with a sexy attitude
I'd like to phone her cuz she puts me in the mood
The rumours spreadning round when she cooks in the nude
But she don't care
Everybody wants to know her name,
How does she cope with the new found fame?
Everyone asks me
Who the hell is she?
That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair"
I sat there, my eyes huge, mouth open, not believing my ears…
“She was all I thought about
The girl I couldn't live with out
But then she went insane
She couldn't take the fame
She said I was to blame
She'd had enough
And shaved five colours off
And now she's just a weirdo with no name
Everybody wants to know her name
How does she cope with the new found fame?
Everyone asks me
Who the hell is she?
The weirdo with five colours in her hair
Do do do do do doo
Do do do do do doo
Do do do do do doo”
And the music ended..
“What the bloody hell was that?” My mom asked, let me add, my mom is into classical music. That’s it.
“That was Dougie’s band…” I whispered…still not fully beieving my ears…they were BRILL! I ran out of the car and straight into the house. I grabbed the phone and dialed Dougie’s cell phone number. It rang once. Twice. Three times…
“’Ello?” Dougie said through the phone
“OH MY GOD DOUGIE LEE POYNTER!!!!!!!” I screamed
“Cam? Is that you?” he asked, yawning.
“Yes you idiot!” I said
“Sorry. Whats up?” he asked
“Oh my god! Your song was BRILLIANT!!!!!” I screamed
“Oh. Yeah. Thanks” He said
“Seriously, Doug. I was like ‘Whoa’ you guys are incredible!!” I said
“Heh, thanks!” He said, his voice sounding more awake.
“I mean like, your 100 times BETTER then Busted!” I said
“Wait…wait…Cam…are you just saying that because I’m your friend, or do you really mean it?”
“Of course I mean it!”
“Well, that really means a lot! Thank you!” He said
“Anytime, whens the CD coming out?” I asked
“Uh, in like a month…I think”
“Wicked, I cant wait…and that single that just played today, are you doing signings for it?”
“Uhm, I don’t think so…just because no one would probably come, because no one really knows who we are yet” he said
“Oh okay”
"Yeah, It'd be wicked though. About Saturday..how about I pick you up around 10:30ish and then we just hang out, we can just play it by ear, alright?"
"Sound great! I can't wait!" I said
“Same here, I gotta go, I'll see ya on Saturday, okay?”
“Oh okay, see ya then!”
“Bye” he said, and the line went dead.
“NO!” I yelled
“And why not?” She asked, tapping her fingers on the stearing wheel…
“Because Dougie told me a HAVE to listen to the radio at noon! Please mum, only 5 more minutes!”
“Fine!” She said. I turned on the radio and waited…the clock struck noon, and music started
“Do do do do do doo
Do do do do do doo
Do do do do do doo
She's got a lip ring and 5 colours in her hair,
Not into fashion but I love the clothes she wears,
Her tattoo's always hidden by her underwear.
She don't care.
Everybody wants to know her name,
I threw a house party and she came
Everyone asked me
Who the hell is she?
That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair.”
“No way..” I whispered to myself, my mum looked at me and raised an eyebrow, I held up a finger right as the singing started again…
"She's just a loner with a sexy attitude
I'd like to phone her cuz she puts me in the mood
The rumours spreadning round when she cooks in the nude
But she don't care
Everybody wants to know her name,
How does she cope with the new found fame?
Everyone asks me
Who the hell is she?
That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair"
I sat there, my eyes huge, mouth open, not believing my ears…
“She was all I thought about
The girl I couldn't live with out
But then she went insane
She couldn't take the fame
She said I was to blame
She'd had enough
And shaved five colours off
And now she's just a weirdo with no name
Everybody wants to know her name
How does she cope with the new found fame?
Everyone asks me
Who the hell is she?
The weirdo with five colours in her hair
Do do do do do doo
Do do do do do doo
Do do do do do doo”
And the music ended..
“What the bloody hell was that?” My mom asked, let me add, my mom is into classical music. That’s it.
“That was Dougie’s band…” I whispered…still not fully beieving my ears…they were BRILL! I ran out of the car and straight into the house. I grabbed the phone and dialed Dougie’s cell phone number. It rang once. Twice. Three times…
“’Ello?” Dougie said through the phone
“OH MY GOD DOUGIE LEE POYNTER!!!!!!!” I screamed
“Cam? Is that you?” he asked, yawning.
“Yes you idiot!” I said
“Sorry. Whats up?” he asked
“Oh my god! Your song was BRILLIANT!!!!!” I screamed
“Oh. Yeah. Thanks” He said
“Seriously, Doug. I was like ‘Whoa’ you guys are incredible!!” I said
“Heh, thanks!” He said, his voice sounding more awake.
“I mean like, your 100 times BETTER then Busted!” I said
“Wait…wait…Cam…are you just saying that because I’m your friend, or do you really mean it?”
“Of course I mean it!”
“Well, that really means a lot! Thank you!” He said
“Anytime, whens the CD coming out?” I asked
“Uh, in like a month…I think”
“Wicked, I cant wait…and that single that just played today, are you doing signings for it?”
“Uhm, I don’t think so…just because no one would probably come, because no one really knows who we are yet” he said
“Oh okay”
"Yeah, It'd be wicked though. About Saturday..how about I pick you up around 10:30ish and then we just hang out, we can just play it by ear, alright?"
"Sound great! I can't wait!" I said
“Same here, I gotta go, I'll see ya on Saturday, okay?”
“Oh okay, see ya then!”
“Bye” he said, and the line went dead.