Sex & Gasoline
Posted by in Living at 11:47 p.m. on June 27th, 20051 Comments 0 Pings
Hangin’ round downtown by myself
And I had so much time
To sit and think about myself
And then there she was
Like double cherry pie
Yeah there she was
Like disco superfly
I smell sex and candy here
Who’s that lounging in my chair
Who’s that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely is a dream
Hangin’ round downtown by myself
And I had too much caffeine
And I was thinkin’ ‘bout myself
And then there she was
In double platform suede
Yeah there she was
Like disco lemonade
I smell sex and candy here
Who’s that lounging in my chair
Who’s that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely is a dream
Mama this surely is a dream
Yeah mama this must be my dream
Bob Baird
June 30, 2005 at 1:37 a.m.:Hmmm... sort of a techno George Grosz, eh?
I suppose that makes this a modern Ein Traum? No, he was smiling in that Dadaist way of his. SexGas Man isn't.
We just don't know how to have fun like those old guys did, do we?
Bob