A tongue-in-cheek tale of male angst.
Well, right now it's just me -- been hard at work composing, arranging, and getting my guitar chops back after decades of disuse. Hoping to interest some fellow players in turning this effort into a real performing act.
Lyrics
I went to see my baby, last Saturday night,
I went to see my baby while the moon was shining bright,
I asked if she'd make love to me, and whaddya think she said?
She said she wouldn't sleep with me if the rest of the world was dead!
I ain't nobody's love-toy, I'm blue as can be.
'Cause I ain't got nobody, To get down with me.
If I don't get some action, I'm goin' back to the farm,
And milk the cows and chickens, 'cause I ain't got no kind of charm.
I ain't nobody's love-toy, I'm blue as can be,
'Cause I can't get nobody to make it with me.
If I don't find some action, I'll head back to the farm,
And make love to the chickens 'Cause I ain't got no kind of charm.
I took my baby drinkin', last Saturday night.
I thought I'd get her liquored up, and things would turn out right.
I asked her for a tumble, and gee waddya think she said?
She said she wouldn't have me, so I had her instead.
I ain't nobody's love toy, I'm blue as can be,
'Cause I ain't got nobody, to fool a-round with me.
If I don't get some action There's no point to obsess.
I'll simply keep on trying, till I find one who will say "yes."
