can we have some low verbal Roger ??
He’d be such a menace...oh lord.
He has SO much to say and not enough words to say it. Couple that with his temper and you have yourself Roger “Fire cracker” Taylor.
“Me’s thinking about writing song about cars,” Roger says.
“Surprised you haven’t written one before,” Brian says, idly flipping through the newspaper.
“Yeah. Will be about loving car. Like girlfriend. But car.”
Brian scrunches up his face, his eyes peeking over the newspaper.
“Can...you...elaborate...” Brian says, suddenly wondering about all the time Roger spends alone with his car.
“Ok. Lyrics be about touching car. Looking at clean car. Loving it,” Roger explained, which only made Brian more afraid.
“Roger...Roger. What the hell? Loving it how??”
“Like man loves woman?” Roger replied, the innuendo he just made completely accidental.
“You shag your car, Rog?!” Brian nearly screeched.
Roger actually screeched, shaking his head. “No! Brian, why you be thinking that? Roger’s not shagging cars. He just loving them!”
Brian burst into a fit of mad giggles, smushing the newspaper against his face. He really didn’t mean to tease Roger, but his explanation was only digging him further into a hole.
“Please show me your lyrics, because I’ve become quite confused, Rog,” Brian said as he flicked away tears of laughter. Roger stuck his tongue out at him, retrieving his lyrics from the other room, shoving them over to the very mean guitarist.
It was worse than Brian thought.
“Oh, christ,” is all he said as he read the lyrics, trying so very hard not to guffaw. Roger’s face darkened, swiping up the paper.
“You not understand, Bri! You not car man. I will be showing, John. He’s car man,” Roger said as he stomped out of the room.
A minute later, Brian heard Roger shriek followed by a concerned John asking, “Roger, what exactly are you doing with that car?”