She got a bag full o’ nuthin’
for no good reason —
A tag on her muffin, but I know she’s teasin’,
’cause she showed up just as I was
easin’ into that style —
cowboy hair an’ a country mile
’lectric record players on the checker’d tile
singin’, “Yeah, yeah, yeah! Alright!”
She kept her flag half–masted
just to draw attention
to the trust–fund punks
an’ the lust–drunk pensioners
When I showed up
you coulda cut the tension with my guile—
sidelong muttonchops an’ pickerel style
stickin’ country music records
in the punk–rock pile
singin’, “Yeah, yeah, yeah! Alright!”
She says, “You look like a million people,
You look like a million people
You look like a million people…
Man, I’ve seen enough of that!”
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