The Queen of Tupelo
 
 
The Queen Of Tupelo
Her hair is like honey, eyes sparkle like the rain
She wears a holy crown made of motorcycle chain
She's a wild magnolia, all of Mississippi knows
She beats the Bells of Natchez, She's the Queen of Tupelo

Queen of Tupelo, She's the Queen of Tupelo
She lives up in a tower down the Old Salitillo Road

When she was just a princess and her daddy was the king
All his drinkin' and his cheatin' made her momma mean
Now she's as hard as diamonds, she's as cold as snow
There ain't no talkin' to her, she's the Queen of Tupelo

Queen of Tupelo, She's the Queen of Tupelo
She lives up in a tower down the Old Salitillo Road

If you ever see her she'll cast her spell on you
And if you try to hold her, she'll break your heart in two
They can take your land and cotton, all of Mississippi knows
They'll never take my memories of the Queen of Tupelo

She's the Queen of Tupelo, Queen of Tupelo
She lives up in a tower down the Old Salitillo Road

She's the Queen of Tupelo, Queen of Tupelo
She lives up in a tower down the Old Salitillo Road
 

 
Watching Marita
It's rush hour Friday and again I have stopped in to Billy's all girl review
I've been sitting here waiting, anticipating, Marita for an hour or two
Now the lights on the stage are low, saxophones playing slow
As I make my way to the front
A man on a microphone says, "Put your hands together
For the lovely Marita La Grunt!"

And I'm watching Marita
Watching Marita, Watching Marita dance
Only one in a lineup of twelve naked dancers
But the one I want to romance
How can I tell her 'round all these drunk fellers
That I love her so?
Now I'm contented to sip on this Remy
While Marita takes off her clothes

Now I'm tossing her dollars, everyone hollers
While Marita pulls off her boots
There's a guy standing next to me
Drinking whiskey from Tennessee
Saying, "Damn, that Marita is cute!"

And I'm watching Marita
Watching Marita, Watching Marita dance
Only one in a lineup of twelve naked dancers
But the one I want to romance
How can I tell her 'round all these drunk fellers
That I love her so?
Now I'm contented to sip on this Remy
While Marita takes off her clothes
How can I tell her 'round all these drunk fellers
That I love her so?
Now I'm contented to sip on this Remy
While Marita swings on that pole
 

 
You Got To Move On
There comes the time you got to be strong
When everything right turns out wrong
And there's nothing left for you to hang on
That's the time you got to be strong

There comes the time you got to get tough
When every stretch of the road is rough
And you've given it all, but it isn't not enough
That's the time you got to get tough

When you love somebody a little too long
That's the time you got to move on
That's the time you got to move on

When you love somebody and it all goes wrong
That's the time you've got to move on
That's the time you got to move on

She told daddy she would love you forever
She said she would be your wife
Now she's gone and it's best you forgive her
You'll meet her again in another life

When you love somebody a little too long
That's the time you got to move on
That's the time you got to move on

When you love somebody and it all goes wrong
That's the time you've got to move on
That's the time you got to move on

There comes the time when you're all alone
And your heart is breaking down to the bone
And every dream you had is gone
That's the time you got to move on

When you love somebody (Love somebody)
When you love somebody (Love somebody)
When you love somebody (Love somebody)

When you love somebody a little too long
That's the time you got to move on
That's the time you got to move on

When you love somebody and it all goes wrong
That's the time you've got to move on
That's the time you got to move on
 

 
The Drinks Are On Me, But Her Mind Is On Him
She's lovely, I'm lonely and she's called again
And I will go down to meet her at the old rustic inn
And I will sit down beside her, though my chances are slim
The drinks are on me, but her mind is on him

The bar waitress giggles, the old bartender grins
They know I'm a loser, that I never will win
But I'll sit here beside her, though the prospects are grim
The drinks are on me, but her mind is on him
Yes, the drinks are on me, but her mind is on him

She cries as she tells me how he went away
How could he ever leave her, why do I have to stay
But I'll sit here beside her and she'll let me pretend
That the good go to heaven and her mind's not on him
While the drinks are on me and her mind is on him

I don't have much money, I just paid her rent
I got nothing to show for the time that I've spent
So Mister Bartender, you know the rules
Pour one for the lady and one for the fool
While the drinks are on me, but her mind is on him
Yes the drinks are on me, but her mind is on him
 

 
House Party
I met a little gurl the other night
She asked me for a light for her little pipe
I asked where she was going and could I come along
Said a House Party with some of her homes
Followed her down a dead-end street where she pulled off her clothes
And started dancing for me

House Party, House Party
Cutest little gurlz that I've ever seen
But all the boyz look like Mr. Clean
With their big bald heads and their little earrings

Said she had a brother, his name was Ice
She said for twenty dollars he could make me feel nice
For twenty dollars more he could get me a guitar
Or any part I needed for any kind of car
Give him twenty-five dollars and by quarter till four
Had a new chrome handle on my Cadillac door

House Party, House Party
Cutest little gurlz that I've ever seen
But all the boyz look like Mr. Clean
With their big bald heads and their little earrings

I asked a little later if she'd be my wife
Said she was only fourteen and I might get life
Besides, having babies wasn't very much fun
She said she'd had a couple, but she gave 'em to her Mom
Pulled out a picture of those babies on her knee
And both the little babies looked like Mr. Clean

House Party, House Party
Cutest little gurlz that I've ever seen
But all the boyz look like Mr. Clean
With their big bald heads and their little earrings
 

 
Red Miata
He was just a junior agent working hard for ICM
They said he was a stand up guy, no bigger mensch than him
Fresh from the New York Office, his Guccis always shined
His jacket said "Armani", his card said "Andy Klein"
Yes, his card said "Andy Klein"
Well the call come early Monday, they said this client must be signed
Then they faxed the wrong directions to young agent Andy Klein

He didn't know L.A. too well, he got all turned around
And he drove his red Miata
His shiny red Miata
His bright blood red Miata
To the Crips' part of town
To the Crips' part of town

Andy could not read no Thomas Guide and he wandered much too far
To where some folks took exception to the color of his car
Andy pulled up to a corner where the homeboys wore no red
But packed pistols in their pockets and tied blue rags on their heads
Tied blue rags on their heads
And say, "Hey Fellas, I believe this map is wrong
Could you please give me directions to a restaurant called Le Dome?"
But the meeting, it went untaken and the client, he was not signed
As he ate his lunch and muttered
"Where the hell is Andy Klein?"
"Where the hell is Andy Klein?"

He didn't know L.A. too well, he got all turned around
And he drove his red Miata
His shiny red Miata
His bright blood red Miata
To the Crips' part of town
To the Crips' part of town

Well a call come into ICM, a policman on the line
Said, "We've found a red Miata that was leased to an Andrew Klein"
His beeper was still a beepin and his cell phone, it was still warm
But he never made his meeting on that fateful Monday morn
For the sky cams, they could not spot him, nor the squad cars on the ground
And after fourteen days of looking
Andy Klein was never found
Andy Klein was never found

Though they searched south central over, blocked off Crenshaw up and down
Where he drove his red Miata
His shiny red Miata
His bright blood red Miata
To the Crips' part of town
To the Crips' part of town

Some say that when the moon is full and slips behind the smog
You can hear his whining Mazda coming through the fog
So all you heed this warning, if there's an agent on the phone
Could be the hungry ghost of Andy Klein
Still looking for the Le Dome
Still looking for the Le Dome

For he didn't know L.A. too well
he got all turned around
And he drove his red Miata
His shiny red Miata
His bright blood red Miata
To the Crips' part of town
To the Crips' part of town
 

 
Double Wide
Well rich folks live in a two story house with a big two car garage
They got gardeners tending their flower patch, servants hauling out their garbage
But when you live that trailer life
Buckle your belt, you're in for a ride
And it's hard to hide in a double wide
Yes, it's hard to hide in a double wide

A rich man, he'll go fishing
After he's had a spat with his wife who goes to the tennis club to keep
A match with some fella he ain't met yet
But when you live that trailer life
You see your better half's ugly side
And it's hard to hide in a double wide
Yes, it's hard to hide in a double wide

They say the highway is for gamblers
And the bedroom is for sin
Better keep your eyes open for an act of God when your house is on wheels
And your walls are tin
So before you make that down payment
And credit card your pride
Remember it's hard to hide in a double wide
Yes, it's hard to hide in a double wide
(Let's kill the rich)

They say the highway is for gamblers
And the bedroom is for sin
Better keep your eyes open for an act of God when your house is on wheels
And your walls are tin
So before you make that down payment
And credit card your pride
Remember it's hard to hide in a double wide
Yes, it's hard to hide in a double wide
Brother, it's hard to hide in a double wide
 

 
Colleen
Well she was born a millionaire's daughter
And she was weaned on Perrier Water
And the closest to country she ever got
Was the Hampton's Country Club
And a hand-me-down pair
Of Ralph Lauren Kid Skin Gloves

Colleen, Colleen, sweeter than Caviar
Blue chipped, pedigreed queen of the D.A.R.
Colleen, Colleen, chandeliers and crystal glass
Blue blood, purebred queen of the upper class

Well her folks had a house in Boston
And one in Nantucket
Where her only chore was a totin'
A champaign bucket
From the top of the social registry
The only way is down, so she married
A po'boy from a little Mississippi town

Colleen, Colleen, sweeter than Caviar
Blue chipped, pedigreed queen of the D.A.R.
Colleen, Colleen, chandeliers and crystal glass
Blue blood, purebred queen of the upper class

Well it was raining the night
The Mercedes rolled into Natchez
All you could see from the courthouse steps was cotton patches
And when she said "I do"
Her rich ol' Boston Yankee Momma up and died
Now the little rich bitch sees the tracks from the other side

Colleen, Colleen, sweeter than Caviar
Blue chipped, pedigreed queen of the D.A.R.
Colleen, Colleen, chandeliers and crystal glass
Blue blood, purebred queen of the upper class
 

 
Bye Bye, Baby Jo
Don't tell her you love her
Don't say you're thinking of her
Just tell her good-bye
And let the cards lie on the table
Just put it aside
And let the cards lie on the table

Don't tell her you need her
Don't let on like you need to see her
Just tell her good-bye
And let the cards lie on the table
Just put it aside
And let the cards lie on the table

Say bye bye, Baby Jo
She don't want you any more
Say bye bye, Baby Jo
She don't need you any more

(Daddy Said)
Don't expect nothin'
When you're reachin' for somethin'
That just isn't there
It just isn't fair

Don't say that you hate her
Don't let on like you'll see her later
Just tell her good-bye
And let the cards lie on the table
Just put it aside
And let the cards lie on the table
Just tell her good-bye
And let the cards lie on the table

Say bye bye, Baby Jo
She don't want you any more
Say bye bye, Baby Jo
She don't need you any more
Say bye bye, Baby Jo
She don't love you any more
 

 
Opelousas Jamboree
I was sittin' at the bar feeling blue
Needed someone to be with and to talk to
When I heard the clicky-clicky of high heel shoes
And the whishy-whishy-whishy of a pair of big boobs
There stood this woman in satin and pink
She said "My name is Brigette, May I buy you a drink?"
I say, "Yeah swell, lady, but my rent's overdue."
She say, "It's alright, I think you are cute."

She say, "Come with me and we can drink for free
Where the water run clean through the tall oak tree
And we'll dance all night, hand-in-hand
And listen to the laughter and the cajun band."

At the Opelousas Jamboree
There were honeysuckle bushes and baggy briefs
Ripe red T-bird, Sunbeam sweets
At the Opelousas Jamboree

(Spanish Dolls, Lava Lamps)

Now everybody back down in New Orleans
Is out on the porch and the sat in their swings
And they're trying to beat the awful heat
And unaware of the Jamboree

At the Opelousas Jamboree
There were honeysuckle bushes and baggy briefs
Ripe red T-bird, Sunbeam sweets
At the Opelousas Jamboree
 

 
Old Friends, Old Times
I had a best friend when I was a kid
We always got in trouble for the fun things we did
Stealin' Coke bottles to sell for a dime
The last time I saw him, he was still doing time

I knew this guy from the town up the road
We always got off on the songs that he wrote
He went to the city, he said to make it big
The last time I saw him was in "Time" magazine

I knew this actor when I was at school
He'd dress like Valentino and would dance in his room
Confusing his own mind with those Hollywood lies
The last time I saw him he had stars in his eyes

I had a partner when I lived on Barrone
We'd play Dixieland sometimes until dawn
He was the funniest human that I ever have known
But he left for the west coast with his case and trombone

Old Friends, Old Times
Life has a way of dividing these ties
We're caught in a traffic, it's push, shove and rush
But sometimes I wish it was still all of us

When I was eighteen, I fell in love
But somehow I lost her, guess that we were too young
She married a painter from somewhere in the north
Long after the last time that I saw her of course

Now if all of these moments could be trapped in a glass
Like trains in a tunnel, they would pass in a flash
There's so much competition and my life's on the line
So I have to turn back Babe from time unto time

Old Friends, Old Times
Life has a way of dividing these ties
We're caught in a traffic, it's push, shove and rush
But sometimes I wish it was still all of us
 

 
Picture Show
Let's go the picture show
Let's go the picture show
I want to be with you
When the lights go down
At a picture show

There's something playing good
Got something playing good
It's the same old story
About a working girl
Who goes to picture shows

You know that I'll get you home
In time for bed
There's always a shoulder around
Where you can rest your head
At a picture show
Let's go the picture show
I want to be with you
When the lights go down
At a picture show

Let's go the picture show
Let's go the picture show
I want to be with you
When the lights go down
At a picture show

I'm going to be with you
When the lights go down
At a picture show
I want to be with you
When the lights go down
At a picture show
(ou wah . . . ou wah)
 
 

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