Randy from Titular by The Ron Titter Band
Tracklist
| 1. | Randy | 5:00 |
Lyrics
RANDY
You can still make out his name
Writ large on the railroad bridge
The letters may have faded
But the memories live
Older and wiser, he lived in a world
Where girls were good to go
His parties never got busted
And the beer was always cold
Six pack alley piss
Bad breath French kiss
RANDY!
Tell me where, tell me where, tell me where
Has your bad ass gone?
Randy knew his way ‘round a tube top
And his finger smelled so sweet
He never had to pay for a hot dog
‘Cause he killed his own meat
The Spanish called him amigo
The Hebrews called him a mensch
As far as I’m concerned
He was a bad ass son of a bitch
Blue jean heartache
Corn belt plumber snake
RANDY!
Tell me where, tell me where, tell me where
Has your bad ass gone?
Oh Randy, you were the paragon of manhood that I yearned to be
I wish you didn’t run away when I was just 14
Oh Randy, I never had a chance to say goodbye
But I found a pair of your jeans
In the ditch where you taught me to smoke
Now and then, old friend, I leave the world behind
To go the way of the jeans inside my mind
Randy dated my big sister
I hoped he’d be my brother-in-law
My parents couldn’t stand him
They were jealous - that’s all
Some say he’s rotting in prison
Others say he died in Iraq
I don’t care much about Jesus
‘Til Randy comes back!
Crack a whippet, take a toke
Master of the whisker poke
Back room, pool cue
Sweet Tammy chalky blue
RANDY!
Tell me where, tell me where, tell me where
Has your bad ass gone
