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Originally Posted by dhoward
Joe's spot on.
C'mon Targa, it's halfway through the last set. You've been drinking beer all night that's piss-warm from sitting on top of your amp. That bleached-blond cougar that strolled in at 10 with her friends has been smiling at you for the last 3 songs....She doesn't look nearly as worn-out as she did earlier, you wave to the waitress.....
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Were you in the crowd last night?? Yeah it HAS happened. I gotta admit it. I guess "knowing" she is a hired gun is the turn down for me.
Sittin thinkin sinkin drinkin
Wondring what Ill do when Im through tonight
Smokin mopin maybe just hopin
Some little girl will pass on by
don't wanna be alone
But I love my girl at home
I remember what she said
She said, my! my! my!
Dont tell lies!
Keep fidelity in your head!
My! my! my! dont tell lies!
When youve done your show go to bed
Dont say hi! like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead and youre dead!
Sit up fed up low down go round
Down to the bar at the place Im at
Sittin drinkin superficially thinkin
About the rinsed out blonde on my left
And then I said hi! like a spider to a fly
Remembring what my little girl said
She was coming flirty
She looked about thirty
I would have run away, but I was on my own
She told me later shes a machine operator
She said she liked the way I held the microphone
I said, my! my! my! like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead in my web!