John Prine Wednsday!
Dec. 22nd, 2004 06:19 amThe Sins of Memphisto
© John Prine
From the bells of St Mary
To the Count of Monte
Cristo
Nothing can stop
Nothing can stop
Nothing can stop
The sins
of MemphistoSally used to play with her hula hoops
Now she tells her
problems to therapy groups
Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a
rake
Wondering if his marriage was a terrible mistake
I'm sitting on the
front steps drinking orange crush
Wondering if it's possible if I could still
blush
Uh huh Oh yeahA boy on a bike with corduroy slacks
Sleeps in the river by the
railroad tracks
He waits for the whistle on the train to scream
So he can
close his eyes and begin to dream
Uh huh Oh yeahThe hands on his watch spin slowly around
With his mind on a
bus that goes all over town
Looking at the babies and the factories
And
listening to the music of Mister Squeeze
As if by magic or remote
control
He finds a piece of a puzzle
That he missed in his soul
Uh huh
Oh yeahAdam and Eve and Lucy and Ricky
Bit the big apple and got a
little sticky
Esmeralda and the Hunchback of Notre Dame
They humped each
other like they had no shame
They paused as they posed for a Polaroid
photo
She whispered in his ear "Exactly Odo Quasimoto"
I didn't sleep to well last night, at around Midnight Rocky decided it was time to run around.
Here's some lovely holiday decorations from ilovebacon.com
I just saw on the news that the snapple woman from way back when is going to be doing their commercials again.. Great... Just great...