Sweet & Low Rider...
Tired of all this Irish luck
so bad luck get some good
Go march down by the Sally Waters
sweep up some karma with your cinnamon broom
From rednecks to Russians
there is slight solace in the defeat of even the
foggiest of windshields
Not when there ain't no saints marching
in this Brazen Woman's buxom bosom.
Tired of all this Irish luck
so bad luck get some good
Universe holds a girl hostage
pulling that damn carrot away
with every promise of one naughty kind of nibble
Don't lie flat on your back
and don't call the man first
Advice heeded and rewards yet unreaped for
this Charlie Brown With A Vagina
Tired of all this Irish luck
so bad luck get some good
The sparks of brainiacs fly high by night
until the tires make their midnight move
No telling, no wonder
no end of agony in sight
for this potatobagel superwoman
yet there is no white flag and fuck the surrender monkey
all is not lost in lust and war!
Tired of all this Irish luck
so bad luck get some good
Won't be the first to call
won't be the last to fall in the endless booty search
and it's ok Baby Blue because...
...I'VE got the best of Irish luck
and that fine good luck's under
my Irish hood!
---S.K.L.(C) 2010