Sunday, June 5, 2011

Sparky's Blues - song


This is another older song I have revamped for uke.

Well, her left breast tattoo
said "Wanted Dead of Alive."
She got it in Cleveland
back in 1965.
Her slinky fishnet stockings
had seen a time or two.
They had these great big holes
where the milky white poked through.

And I was really really drunk,
so you can understand
why I said, "God Bless, Mrs. Robinson!
I believe you found your man."

The wrinkles on her face
went down to Chinatown,
but I was broken up.
I was feeling down.
Her grandma hands were something like
some kind of awful dream,
and when she held me close
she smelled like Aspercreme.

And I was really really drunk,
so you can understand
why I said, "God Bless, Mrs. Robinson
I believe you found your man."

Well the lovin's double good
from women twice your age,
and tigers get pissed off
when you keep them in their cage.
Did I do the deed?
Did I play that show?
Well beggars can't be choosers.
That's all you need to know.

And I was really really drunk,
so you can understand
why I said, "God Bless, Mrs. Robinson
I believe you found your man."

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