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When I was a young man hitch-hiking I
would go
I'd get picked up by older men who'd ask
if they could blow
Me, I'd say "No thank you, though I'm
flattered to be sure
I'm just going down the road, that's it
and nothing more".
When I was a young man I liked to dress
in black
Folks'd see the
eyeliner and try to sell me smack
I'd say, "I like Johnny Thunders, sure I
like Lou Reed
But I don't have to break the skin to
prove that I can bleed".
To get to the gig I had to rent an
S.U.V.
It was a magnet to the squeegee kids and
they all ran after me
Then the yuppie police said "Now, let's
see some ID
You don't have credentials to be driving
one of these".
'Twas the
season of St. Patrick's, the year two-thousand-three
There were seventeen George Bushes on seventeen T.V.s
Some eejit
gave us sixty bucks to play him Danny Boy
Then he wiped out on our gear, and a
banjo did destroy.
Later at the break a woman offered me a
rail
Said "Don't worry 'bout my boyfriend,
though he's just out of jail"
I said "No thank you very much, though a
Happy St. Pat's to you
I can find me plenty of trouble without
any help from you".
Patrick Hutchinson © 2004 SOCAN
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