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This is a song
About best friends

John Roy
Was a boy I knew
Since he was three
And I was two
Grew up two little houses
Down from me

The only two bad apples
On our family tree
Kind of ripened and rotted
In our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny

Well now I was smart
But I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild
With no inhibition
Was about like mixin
Fire and gasoline
(And he d say)

Hey Romeo
Let s go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin
From the mirror for luck
Said don t you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

Long around
Our eighteenth year
We found two plane tickets
The hell out of here
Got scholarships
To some small town
School in Texas

Learned to drink Sangria
Til the dawns early light
Eat eggs Ranchero
And throw up all night
And tell those daddy s girls
We were majoring in a rodeo

Ah but my
Favorite memory
At school that fall
Was the night John Roy
Came runnin down the hall
Wearin nothin
But cowboy boots
And a big sombrero
(And he was yellin)

Hey Romeo
Let s go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin
From the mirror for luck
Said don t you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

And I said
We had a little
Change in plans
Like when Paul McCartney
Got busted in Japan
And I said
We got waylaid
When we laid foot
On Mexican soil
See the boarder guard
With the Fu Manchu mustache
Kind of stumbled on John s
Pocket full of American cash
He said
Doin a little funny business
In Mexico Amigo

But all I could think about
Was savin my own tail
When he mentioned ten years
In a Mexican jail
So I pointed to John Roy and said
It s all his now please let me go
Well it was your idea genius
I was just layin there in bed
When you said

Hey Romeo
Let s go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin
From the mirror for luck
Said don t you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

Ah we re still best friends
Temporary cell mates

My one and only,
What am I gonna do if you turn me down
When I m so crazy over you?

I d be so lonely
Where am I gonna go if you turn me down
Why blacken all my skies of blue?

Never, never gonna give you up

[Aahh]
[Ooh baby]
[Ooh baby]
Keep on
[My baby]
Keep on doing it
Right on [oh oh oh]
Right on doing it
[We get it together]
Baby keep on
[Oh We get it together baby]
Right on
Keep...

Sell out, sell out

Mama don t need no PhD in sociology
To be aware of the revolution
Happening in the street
Papa said trends keep changing
Like the tides upon the sea
I m gonna jump on the wagon now
To rest my aching feet

Do you remember

Couldn t have been more than a day over three
Tried to do and be everything that I saw on TV
That won t work now like it did work back then
But then it was easier to imagine for me

We never had to...

Riot van

Up rolls the Riot Van
And sparks excitement in the boys
But the policemen look annoyed
Perhaps these are ones they should avoid

They got a chase last night, from men with truncheons dressed in hats
They didnt do that much wrong still ran away though, for the laugh
Just for the laugh

And please just stop...

 

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