Once upon a time you dressed so fine…
Didn’t you!
Casanova has just been punished…
that you could look cool without a rhyme?
now you got to rhyme like all the time
and you shopping for your threads at the five and dime
I got forty red-white-and-blue shoestrings, and
twenty patriots are mad cause I stole their shoes?
But I need to walk a mile, or maybe 20
trying to understand this land of plenty
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you ?
People 'd call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You’ve been to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
You said you’d never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re drinking, thinking that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
Spent all night with some sweet senorita…
Sure that’s correct? Billy comes to mind but I pretty sure the lyrics are a little different.
I asked her her name, she said Juanita.
She said Juanita’s my nickname, call me Spanish fly
I heard of fast girls but she’s a speeder
She said she was hungry and told me to feed her
She said Juanita’s my nickname, call me Spanish fly
I heard of fast girls but she’s a speeder
She said she was hungry and told me to feed her[/quote]
Black girls white girls even Puerto Ricans
But the Mexicans and Cubans are all so freakin’
I like 'em in dresses with big 'ole chesses
I also like the style and the way she impresses
The fragrance of her perfume smells like roses
She’s guarenteed to turn heads whenever she poses
She lives in Miami and of Latin descent
And being with her is how my time should be spent
I met her in the berries on a Friday night
Dressed in a soft silky dress colour virgin white
I said “hey pretty lady, just suck on my finger
And tonight you’re the one to Mamalopenga”
She said Juanita’s my nickname, call me Spanish fly
I heard of fast girls but she’s a speeder
She said she was hungry and told me to feed her[/quote]
Black girls white girls even Puerto Ricans
But the Mexicans and Cubans are all so freakin’
I like 'em in dresses with big 'ole chesses
I also like the style and the way she impresses
The fragrance of her perfume smells like roses
She’s guarenteed to turn heads whenever she poses
She lives in Miami and of Latin descent
And being with her is how my time should be spent
I met her in the berries on a Friday night
Dressed in a soft silky dress colour virgin white
I said “hey pretty lady, just suck on my finger
And tonight you’re the one to Mamalopenga”[/quote]
OMG! Chewy, you missed quoting the “hot burrito”. 
She said Juanita’s my nickname, call me Spanish fly
I heard of fast girls but she’s a speeder
She said she was hungry and told me to feed her[/quote]
Black girls white girls even Puerto Ricans
But the Mexicans and Cubans are all so freakin’
I like 'em in dresses with big 'ole chesses
I also like the style and the way she impresses
The fragrance of her perfume smells like roses
She’s guarenteed to turn heads whenever she poses
She lives in Miami and of Latin descent
And being with her is how my time should be spent
I met her in the berries on a Friday night
Dressed in a soft silky dress colour virgin white
I said “hey pretty lady, just suck on my finger
And tonight you’re the one to Mamalopenga”[/quote]
OMG! Chewy, you missed quoting the “hot burrito”. [/quote]
So I got an expresso and a hot burrito
You look so sweet you fine senorita
Mamalopenga, mama sita
It’s a black thing baby so you know it’s sweeter
Okay Juanita now I must be your guy
I stand corrected, should be
“Playing around with some sweet senorita…”
or, alternatively
“Campin’ out all night on the veranda…”
In that case:
Into her dark hallway she will lead ya
In some lonesome shadows she will greet ya
Billy, you’re so far away from home.
I guess it my turn now.
This is from my favoite BD album:
He spent ten years in Attica, reading Nietchze and Wilhelm Riech…
[quote=“thebayou”]In that case:
Into her dark hallway she will lead ya
In some lonesome shadows she will greet ya
Billy, you’re so far away from home.
I guess it my turn now.
This is from my favoite BD album:
He spent ten years in Attica, reading Nietchze and Wilhelm Riech…[/quote]
What made them want to go and blow him away?
Powerful stuff indeed. I can’t decide if Desire is my favourite album or not. John Wesley Harding has some really great tracks on it. I can identify with, ‘As I went out one morning.’
Can’t help it 'bout the shape I’m in
I can’t sing, I 'aint pretty and my legs are thin.