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Lyrics I Love #6
[I originally posted this yesterday but I think it got lost somehow, because I never saw it turn up on my friends list. Reposting it because these lyrics NEED to be shared with the world.]
Here's one for those of us who are riding the express lane to hell in our sparkly handbaskets. Found this on the Mercury New Music Sampler, a compilation disk I bought at Half-Price Books during one of my cheap music sprees. Oh my God, she is to laugh.
Little Dudes
by Pee Shy
Well, I got some friends of mine,
And on Monday nights we pass the time.
One drinks beer and one drinks gin,
We like the little boys and not the men.
We keep our eyes open for the little dudes
Because they never try to tell us what to do.
Well, they look real cute in they baggy clothes
Some gots an earring in they nose.
Where are you little dude,
Don’t you know I’m in love with you?
Well, I ain’t old enough to be your mom,
But you were six years old when I went to the prom.
Where are you little dude,
Don’t you know I’m in love with you?
Well, you hardly have to shave around that smile,
Please don’t think I’m a pedophile.
My beer-drinkin’ pal likes ‘em kinda geeky,
Tape on the glasses and clean and squeaky.
Well, you know she rocks all the little dudes’ worlds
‘Cause she’s a full-grown woman lookin’ just like a girl.
My other girlfriend got a mouth full of braces,
Likes the white trash dudes at the greyhound races.
She’s a sexy mama got big dark eyes,
Makes this one little dude just run and hide.
Where are you little dude,
Don’t you know I’m in love with you?
Well, I ain’t old enough to be your mom,
But you were six years old when I went to the prom.
Where are you little dude,
Don’t you know I’m in love with you?
Well, you’re makin’ me feel like a naughty lady.
Thinkin’ ‘bout Greg and Mrs. Brady.
I drove this little dude home one day
He asked for my age along the way. I said,
“When you were born I was already ten.”
I never saw that little dude again. (Never, never.)
Where are ya, little dude?
Where are ya, little dude?
Where are ya, little dude?
Where are you, little dude?
Here's one for those of us who are riding the express lane to hell in our sparkly handbaskets. Found this on the Mercury New Music Sampler, a compilation disk I bought at Half-Price Books during one of my cheap music sprees. Oh my God, she is to laugh.
Little Dudes
by Pee Shy
Well, I got some friends of mine,
And on Monday nights we pass the time.
One drinks beer and one drinks gin,
We like the little boys and not the men.
We keep our eyes open for the little dudes
Because they never try to tell us what to do.
Well, they look real cute in they baggy clothes
Some gots an earring in they nose.
Where are you little dude,
Don’t you know I’m in love with you?
Well, I ain’t old enough to be your mom,
But you were six years old when I went to the prom.
Where are you little dude,
Don’t you know I’m in love with you?
Well, you hardly have to shave around that smile,
Please don’t think I’m a pedophile.
My beer-drinkin’ pal likes ‘em kinda geeky,
Tape on the glasses and clean and squeaky.
Well, you know she rocks all the little dudes’ worlds
‘Cause she’s a full-grown woman lookin’ just like a girl.
My other girlfriend got a mouth full of braces,
Likes the white trash dudes at the greyhound races.
She’s a sexy mama got big dark eyes,
Makes this one little dude just run and hide.
Where are you little dude,
Don’t you know I’m in love with you?
Well, I ain’t old enough to be your mom,
But you were six years old when I went to the prom.
Where are you little dude,
Don’t you know I’m in love with you?
Well, you’re makin’ me feel like a naughty lady.
Thinkin’ ‘bout Greg and Mrs. Brady.
I drove this little dude home one day
He asked for my age along the way. I said,
“When you were born I was already ten.”
I never saw that little dude again. (Never, never.)
Where are ya, little dude?
Where are ya, little dude?
Where are ya, little dude?
Where are you, little dude?
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