gyp my pants

[revolutionrabbit]

hub cap head
razor mustache
soda pop face
we gotta get out of this place
there is a better one is space
don't bogart that tear my friend
drop one over on me
the mirror is queer this time of year
when the sun goes down just to spite us
or in spite of us
she gotta spit on the dirt
she swiped my shirt
what a calculated flirt
don't you see this ain't me
one two three chew gum
three four read the writin on the wall
but will they heed the call
better not play dumb
the dumber they come
the dumber they go
if they only they knew that
they would know that
the candy dice rolls in her twice
it's not only nice but it's naughty
but you gotta know she's haughty
the comer they come the more
Jesus loves you and so does Elvis
but what do I know they say so
they gyp my pants no matter how
it's like death and jazz and all that
let the bag out of the ever curious cat
it's a drag man to be hep to the bummers
but there is a fucker born ever fuckin minute

[mtmynd]

nice scatting... i could hear the jazz in the background (mingus?)

[the mingo]

[revolutionrabbit]

Mingus among us...

"Oh Lord, don't let them drop that atomic bomb on me"