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Johnny Socko ... Joe-Bob's Chicken Lounge
© by Johnny Socko (see also the legal notice). For personal use only.
*** Joe-Bob's Chicken Lounge ***
He fit the mold for her parade
That swallowed him whole, now he's afraid
Because he's just a trophy now--society's
Ideal and they're shaping up to what she
Knows is real;
But this role he's got is dead-pan
It's death on the installment plan
(She was) once interested and glad
Now she's fat with everything she has
But he's in love
And she's in debt
He don't know about her disease yet
And he found her swingin' down
At Joe-Bob's chicken lounge
Where he thought she might let him be free
But she's got a keen eye and fist for security
And when it's time for his last stand
She's over the fire heatin' up her fryin' pan
To cauterize his wounded dreams
You can hear him bursting at the seams
Now she's slurpin' up his chicken guts
handin' back those un-choice cuts
But he's in love
And she's in debt
He don't know about her disease yet
And he found her swingin' down
At Joe-Bob's chicken lounge
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