Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Random funniness--"Lonesome L.A. Cowboy" by the New Rider of the Purple Sage

"I'm just a lonesome L.A. cowboy
Hanging out, and hanging on
To your window ledge, callin' your name
From midnight until dawn
I been smoking dope, snorting coke
Trying to write a song
Forgettin' everything I know
Till the next line comes along
Forgetting everything I know
Till the next line comes along

So many pretty people in this city, and I swear
Some of them are girls
I meet 'em down at Barney's Beanery
In their platform shoes and spit curls
I buy 'em drinks, we stoke our hopes
And try to make it one more night
When I'm left alone at last
I feel like I'll die from fright


I know Kris and Rita and Marty Mull (note 1)
Are meeting at the Troubadour
We'll get it on with the "Joy Of Cooking"
While the crowd calls out for more
Around six o'clock this morning
I'll be gettin' kind of slow
When all the shows are over, honey, tell me
Where do you think I go?


Till the next line comes along"

From "The Adventures of Panama Red"

Fun fact: I had the CD case of "Adventures of Panama Red" in my car when it was searched on the Mexico-Texas border, contributing to much merriment and mirth. Ho ho ho, songs like "Important' Exportin' Man" are never suspicious to border patrol!

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