“Is your boyfriend going to get his gun and shoot us?”
“No, I’ve got the keys to the car.”
I was playing my guitar,“No, I’ve got the keys to the car.”
its tawny bowl my only clothing—I’m a nudist—
but it got scary in the bar
but it got scary in the bar
when your boyfriend started
ranting like The Superstar
Billy Graham himself—he’s the rudest
dude ever—but we’ll be OK because you locked his gun in the car.
Billy Graham himself—he’s the rudest
dude ever—but we’ll be OK because you locked his gun in the car.
Please say we won’t let him mar
our sweet love, baby—shoeless without lewdness.
Until he makes it scary in the bar
our sweet love, baby—shoeless without lewdness.
Until he makes it scary in the bar
again, let’s share a mallomar—
marshy mallow melting in the chocolate,
and then let’s get that gun out of the car—
marshy mallow melting in the chocolate,
and then let’s get that gun out of the car—
your crazy boyfriend far
far away—one of us the turbanned flutist, the other the cutest
little snake, love—sidewinder in a jar,
with fangs, the (right-grooved) keys to the car.
far away—one of us the turbanned flutist, the other the cutest
little snake, love—sidewinder in a jar,
with fangs, the (right-grooved) keys to the car.
