S.G.C - Look Out Loretta

Westerly wind Making her way out east Give me a kiss I am a tumbleweed Tumbleweed Tumbleweed Nowhere to go, nowhere to be Tumbleweed Tumble to me Lighting a match Under the Joshua tree Roll up the grass I am a tumbleweed (A little tumbleweed) Tumbleweed Tumbleweed Nowhere to go, nowhere to be Tumbleweed Tumble to me

Why do you think they call it dope? Nighttime, shooting star, the sun started to rain Trees lost branches, gurus' trances, black-brassiered dancers Little dears Showdown's coming, it's no joke, mouth is running, it's a stroke That's what I think when I'm so fucked up I can't even find the door Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? When your heart beats fast, you're so broke, in your car with the red Lights flashing Look sincere, smell like beer, roach in the ashtray Going to the pokey Thirty days later, ten bucks left, hands are shaking Looking for a dime bag Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? Dirty little dopers on dope so bad Dirty little dopers on dope so bad When two and two turn into five you'll probably see it my way When bad is good, like it should, things turn upside down Some people say it's hip to say no, my town it's green light go For party rockin' angels now it's trigger happy Slang-bang-pow Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope?

I got my wine Get out of my way Got a chip on my shoulder Had a real bad day Met a little girl Just thirteen She's a knock-down blue-eyed slut psycho-virgin tease Rock Queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies--now Got some time Won't go wrong Sittin' on the sidewalk Singing songs Take my baby home On the scene Turns out she's a koochie-koochie-koochie Rock queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies Rock queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies--now

Smash bam bif boom crack Party still goin' six in the mornin' Jim Beam, Courvoisier and Jack We're goin' down I need some fuel I need some fuel I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run Yo Zeke stop! At the liquor store We want some more I'd like to introduce you to my fifth That's who I'm with I need some fuel I need some fuel I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I'm free to exercise my downward mobility I'm free to exercise my downward mobility My downward mobility I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run

Mama's in the kitchen Papa's on the porch Junior's downstairs in the basement Passin' on freedom's torch They're busy fighting Fillin' all the jails But sure as the sun do shine in the mornin'-- There's drugs on sale They're getting wasted Wasted They're getting wasted Wasted in America Something's gone wrong with the TV generation I am the product of that situation So you say you're feelin' Pinhead frustration C'mon join the nation They're getting wasted Wasted They're getting wasted Wasted in America Don't ask me why things are the way they are They just are I don't know why People are so curious They wanna chase it They wanna taste it They wanna get wasted They're getting wasted Wasted They're getting wasted Wasted in America They're getting wasted in New Jersey Wasted in Illinois Wasted in California And the Texans say "You 'all" Wasted in America They're getting wasted in America They're getting wasted in America

Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'Til we pass out on the floor Met a little girl with no bloomers on When she showed me her fake i.d. i knew something was wrong She said let's dance Said i got a wooden leg Said i'd like to see you on your knees She's cuddly wuddly wuddly too She's cuddly wuddly wuddly got a hold on you Yeah you got a reputation for coming on strong Now you're leanin' up against my dang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang Here we go to your bungalow Boyfriend's on the road Put the spit on Put the spit on Get a little nervous What can a poor boy say 'Bout a girl that fucks a different guy each and every day But she's cuddly wuddly wuddly Too bad You don't dig dudes that play guitar You got a thing for drummers You got a thing for men with scars Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'til we pass out On the floor Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on

Lyin' alone in this big old bed I got you on my mind I said when you left I could make it by myself But it gets harder all the time And I can't take it no more I see your face Every time I close my eyes So I'm goin' out now And I'm lookin' for you Some winter night. I want you out of my head And back in my bed Before the mornin' sun comes up I can't stand another night Without holdin' me tight How I miss your lovin' touch I'm goin' searchin' Everywhere that a you might be When I find you I'm a bringin' you home with me I want you out of my head And back in my bed Before the mornin' comes. Well, I might find somebody new To share my misery But no other man Can do what you can When it comes to lovin' me I don't want nobody to say that I was a fool For bein' cool I won't be satisfied till you're back in my arms And I'm lovin' you. I want you out of my head And back in my bed Before the mornin' sun comes up I can't stand another night Without you holdin' me tight How I miss your lovin' touch I'm goin' searchin' Everywhere that a you might be And when I find you I'm a bringin' you home with me I want you out of my head And back in my bed Before the mornin' comes. I want you out of my head And back in my bed Before the mornin' sun comes up I can't stand another night Without you holdin me tight How I miss your lovin' touch I'm goin' searchin' Everywhere that a you might be And when I find you I'm a bringin' you home with me I want you out of my head And back in my bed Before the mornin' comes...

Well, goodbye tubs and clothes lines, goodbye pots and pans I'm a gonna take a greyhound bus, as further as I can I ain't a gonna wash no windows and I ain't a gonna scrub no floors And when you realize I'm gone, I'm a gonna hear you roar. And you'll say hey Loretta, I love you more than my Irish Setter Hey Loretta, don't leave me alone Hey Loretta, I swear I'm a gonna treat you better Buy you brand new overalls if you'll only come back home. I work my fingers to the bone and we don't hardly speak And all I ever get is just a little kiss about once a week So you can feed the chickens and you can milk the cow This a woman's liberation, honey is a gonna start right now. And you'll say hey Loretta, I love you more than my Irish Setter Hey Loretta, don't leave me alone Hey Loretta, I swear I'm a gonna treat you better Buy you brand new overalls if you'll only come back home. I'll dress up like a movie star and pretty up my hair And no one here is a gonna know what I'll be doing there I'll be swinging from a chandelier and bouncin' off the walls Instead of lovin' just one man I'm a gonna love 'em all. And you'll say hey Loretta, I love you more than my Irish Setter Hey Loretta, don't leave me alone Hey Loretta, I swear I'm a gonna treat you better Buy you brand new overalls if you'll only come back home...

Loretta, I see you walking now and then Loretta, I see you coming near Why's it oh so hard to turn back and finally whisper? How are we supposed to carry on? Well, I've got to for now Forget her, and everything she said, she lied I met her, morning noon and night Well, I'd say I fooled ya So, Loretta, you never won the fight Why's it oh so hard to turn back and finally whisper? How are we supposed to carry on? Well, I've got to for now (Loretta, I've got to) (Loretta, I've got to) (Loretta, I've got to) (Loretta)