Clara Bow
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| © 1996 - 2011 Gregg M. Pasterick All rights reserved. |
I was a long-haired, skinny kid a long time ago;
look what's happened to me.
Bored to death on the high plateau,
where these people mean nothing to me.
It's folklore and it's fairy tales.
It's stuff I've already seen.
If it's not lupine and poppies bloomin'
then keep it away from me.
It's the same old shit everywhere I go:
Scrambled eggs, an opinion and a cup o' joe.
Everybody had it in for Clara Bow,
but Clara, she said, "Kiss my ass,"
and turned and walked away...
I was a long-haired, skinny kid a long time ago;
look what's happened to me.
I'm ogling these mountains like a peeping Tom,
I'm not impressed by what I see.
The most important thing I've learned
is the Continental Divide.
Bored to death on this high plateau,
I should be living on the other side.
It's the same old shit everywhere I go:
Scrambled eggs, an opinion and a cup o' joe.
Everybody had it in for Clara Bow,
but Clara, she said, "Kiss my ass,"
and turned and walked away...
Every once in a while I think I have it all figured out.
Every once in a while the clouds part and the stars pour out.
Every once in a while the sun shines and the gardens sprout.
Then it's Father's Day and the phone doesn't ring
and I feel like Clara Bow...
It's the same old shit everywhere I go:
Scrambled eggs, an opinion and a cup o' joe.
Everybody had it in for Clara Bow,
but Clara, she said, "Kiss my ass,"
and turned and walked away...
I was a long-haired, skinny kid a long time ago;
look what's happened to me.
Always a legend in my own mind,
I've got a strangle hold on some of these dreams.
Kickin' and screaming is the way I'll go,
not eatin' cookies and sippin' tea.
I was a long-haired, skinny kid a long time ago;
look what's happened to me.
Clara Bow
© 2004 Gregg M. Pasterick
look what's happened to me.
Bored to death on the high plateau,
where these people mean nothing to me.
It's folklore and it's fairy tales.
It's stuff I've already seen.
If it's not lupine and poppies bloomin'
then keep it away from me.
It's the same old shit everywhere I go:
Scrambled eggs, an opinion and a cup o' joe.
Everybody had it in for Clara Bow,
but Clara, she said, "Kiss my ass,"
and turned and walked away...
I was a long-haired, skinny kid a long time ago;
look what's happened to me.
I'm ogling these mountains like a peeping Tom,
I'm not impressed by what I see.
The most important thing I've learned
is the Continental Divide.
Bored to death on this high plateau,
I should be living on the other side.
It's the same old shit everywhere I go:
Scrambled eggs, an opinion and a cup o' joe.
Everybody had it in for Clara Bow,
but Clara, she said, "Kiss my ass,"
and turned and walked away...
Every once in a while I think I have it all figured out.
Every once in a while the clouds part and the stars pour out.
Every once in a while the sun shines and the gardens sprout.
Then it's Father's Day and the phone doesn't ring
and I feel like Clara Bow...
It's the same old shit everywhere I go:
Scrambled eggs, an opinion and a cup o' joe.
Everybody had it in for Clara Bow,
but Clara, she said, "Kiss my ass,"
and turned and walked away...
I was a long-haired, skinny kid a long time ago;
look what's happened to me.
Always a legend in my own mind,
I've got a strangle hold on some of these dreams.
Kickin' and screaming is the way I'll go,
not eatin' cookies and sippin' tea.
I was a long-haired, skinny kid a long time ago;
look what's happened to me.
Clara Bow
© 2004 Gregg M. Pasterick