We all have known someone like this.
Crazy One-Man Freak Show
I have been writing songs for thirty years and have some real clunkers to my credit. What you will find here are the least objectionable of the lot.
I have been told I have a voice with the appeal of a room full of alarm clocks on a Monday Morning. I have a classic face for radio.
I had slowed down for a while before I ran across the Just Plain Networking songwriter's forum and got recharged by the super people there. Join us if you will at www.justplainfolks.org
I play to entertain me. If you find anything here of any interest, enjoy and welcome. If not, please send my address to someone you don't like.
Thanks and have a safe and harmonic life, Mike
Story behind the song
This was the first song I wrote for a band in a short story before "Stick With One" came along. I hated to throw it away, and finally got around to rewriting it.
Lyrics
Live Fast, Die Young
© 2006 Mike Amason
V1
I’m the last of the clean livin’ Papas,
Don’t go out lookin’ for sin.
I don’t use tobacco, don’t drink no whiskey,
And I’m always in bed by a quarter ‘til ten.
I don’t shoot pool, don’t know nothin’ ‘bout dice.
The ladies that you leave at home think I’m nice.
Go on, live fast, die young,
Get outta the way,
And leave all the women to me.
V2
You men ain’t nothin’ but overgrown kids,
Lookin’ for a place to play.
You go out at night tomcattin’ around
You don’t come home until another day.
You carry ‘round pistols, you carry ‘round knives.
You keep runnin’ round with other men’s wives.
You keep up the pace, we’re gonna miss your face
You live fast, you’re gonna die young
Ch
Live fast, die young, get outta the way,
You’re gonna make a beautiful corpse.
Just leave enough money to send you away.
That’s what your wife and the undertaker horpse.
You’ll get a new pine box, a corner lot with a view,
We’ll all come down to wave “goodbye” to you.
Go on, live fast, die young,
Get outta the way,
And leave all the women to me.
Tag
Don’t worry ‘bout leavin’ nothing to me.
Your woman already gave me your front door key.
Go on, live fast, die young,
Get outta the way,
And leave all the women to me.
