A repo man who identified himself as a ' private investigator' called one day trying to find a relatives car that was behind on payments. This guy refused to believe that I had no idea where the car was and we spent over an hour on the phone during which he insulted me and a good number of my relatives, past and present.
During this conversation I managed to gather some background information and wrote this song .
That showed him.
Lyrics
When scofflaw hippies will not pay their depts.
There's a man out west that will bring them to justice
He'll call all of their relatives
and insult them on the phone
He will not quit
until the job is done
His Name's John West
He's the Best
P.I. in the state of Nevada
and he won't stop
Until he get's his cut
on the repo of a ten year old Honda
His wife was a Vegas showgirl in her youth
Now her skin's like leather from the tanning booths
She has two Chihuahuas
and a Cock-a-poo
John ain't had no lovin'
Since 1992
He watched too many detective shows when he was a kid
Thought he was James Garner or maybe Tom Selleck
Now he stares at the wall of his cubicle everday
Eating microwave nachos
and putting on the weight.
