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He gazes at her and makes her offers
Opens up his soul and his pants and his coffers
Tries to stain her teflon glance
He brags and winks and thinks he has a chance
All she really wants is a Coke.
He wants her to be his Eden
Boy, her ego digs the feeding
He thinks violins and flowers
Passion, lust and glowing summer hours.
All she really wants is some sleep.
Who will think of him at twilight?
Who will miss him when he's gone?
Who will think of him at twilight?
Who will miss him when he's gone?
All she really wants is to watch TV.
All she really wants is someone else.
All she really wants is a Coke.
Who will think of him at twilight?
Who will miss him when he's gone?
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Postman
03:58
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I saw mister postman walkin' down the street
I said, "Hey, mister postman, get some posts for me
I got some signs that need a postin'
For a party I'm a hostin'
And my fence, it needs a holdin'
And some posts to keep from foldin'"
And he said, "Hey kid - who do you think I am?
I can't get you no posts, I'm just the postman."
I saw mister undertaker walkin' down the street
I said, "Hey undertaker, undertake a task or two for me
I got a lawn that needs a mowin'
And a row that needs a hoeing
And my yard, it needs a raking
Yeah, it's quite an undertaking."
And he said, "Hey kid - you seem a real nice guy
But you've got it all wrong, and I'm'a try to clarify
You see, the butcher doesn't butch
The mobster doesn't mob
The worker's name is not always the name of the job
Like the pharmacist, the waiter
The cop, the operator
And I know it's not amusing and can be a bit confusing
But a lawyer doesn't law, a cowboy doesn't cow
And if operators operated, we'd all be dead by now
But see, making sure you're taken care of
When you meet your maker
That's the job that's undertaken
When you call the undertaker."
"The undertaker takes you under when you die, it's true," I said, "but if you undertake my tasks, there's cake in it for you, c'mon."
I saw mister milkman walkin' down the street
I said, "Hey, milkman, what can you get for me?"
He said, "Well, milk is my game
Why can't you tell from my name?
I bet you're feeling pretty sorry
'Cause it's self-explanatory
But I see you've been misled, so I'm gonna make concessions
Now it's time to talk to you about the name of some professions
See the doctor, he doctors
The fisherman, he fishes
And the dishwasher, he, of course, 'a washes all the dishes
And every single Sunday, like that old book teach
We're gonna go down to the preacher and hear him preach
So here's the point that I'm 'a pointin' at
To set it straight for you:
What the worker's name say
Is what the named worker do."
Varsity letterman walkin' down the street
I said, "Hey, letterman, got some letters for me?
There's some mail I've been expecting
And some bills that need reflecting
On the payments that they're needing
And some letters to be reading."
And he said, "Hey kid - who do you think I am?
I can't get you no letters
Go ask the postman."
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Put A Little Texas On It
04:24
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Cowboy 1:
You see danger on every side
Heathen strangers with suspicious eyes
And you quake in fear and rage and greed
And threaten to secede
Cowboy 2:
Put a little Texas on it, haw!
Put a little Texas on it
Put a little Texas on it and we'll ride
Singing Texas Texas Texas Texas Texas Texas Texas Texas pride
Put a little Texas on the
Little Texas on your big old Texas heart
All you lovely Texas ladies
We're gonna put a little Texas on your lady parts
Cowboy 1:
Keep your little Texas off my shizz
What the fuck do you think freedom is?
Should it leave you sick, cold, dispossessed?
Abandoned, yet oppressed
Cowboy 2:
Slap a little Texas cross the slot in the ballot box
And seal it up real nice
Then we'll put a little Tex in your science texts
So you know T. Rex hung out with Jesus Christ
Shoot a little Texas up into
The clouds that sail these wide blue Texas skies
And if you mess with Texas
We're gonna put a little Texas right between your Yankee eyes
Cowboy 1:
We would never take your guns away
We may need to put you down one day
When your moment comes, we wouldn't dare
To leave the fight unfair
Cowboy 2:
Put a little -
(gets covid-19)
(coughs)
(goes on a ventilator)
(dies)
Cowboy 1:
Like the bumper stickers on your trucks
We are bound to you, which really sucks
On this issue, friends, we are agreed:
You simply must secede
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Jed Davis Syracuse, New York
Song designer; founding member of The Hanslick Rebellion, Skyscape, Collider; oblivious to genre, trends and the passage of time.
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