Birdbrains by Thom Bluemel for October 19, 2013

I was nothing but a lonely boyLooking for something newAnd you were nothing but a lonely girlBut you were somethingSomething like a dream come trueI was a varsity tackle and a hell of a blockWhen I played my guitarI made the canyons rock, but,

[Chorus]Every Saturday nightI felt the fever growDo ya know what it’s likeAll revved up with no place to goDo ya know what it’s likeAll revved up with no place to go

In the middle of a steaming nightI’m tossing in my sleepAnd in the middle of a red-eyed dream I see you comingComing on to give it to me

I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the trackAnd like a son of a jackalI’m a leader of the pack, but,

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Oh, baby, I’m a hunter in the dark of the forestI’ve been stalking you and tracking you downCruising up and down the main drag all night longWe could be standing at the top of the worldInstead of sinking further down in the mudYou and me ‘round about midnightYou and me ’round about midnightSomeone’s got to draw first

Draw firstSomeone’s got to draw first bloodSomeone’s got to draw first bloodOh I got to draw first bloodOh I got to draw first blood

I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track,And like a son of a jackal I’m a leader of the pack but,

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I was nothing but a lonely all-American boyLooking out for something to doAnd you were nothing but a lonely all-American girlBut you were something like a dream come trueI was a varsity tackle and a hell of a blockAnd when I played my guitar I made the canyons rockBut every Saturday nightI felt the fever growAll revved up with no place to goAll revved up with no place to goAll revved up with no place to goAll revved up with no place to goAll revved up with no place to goAll revved up with no place to go

I thought I’d stay in tonight and have a bite or two of blondie. Why? Do you have someone coming over?

Biting Blondie……………………..hmmmmmm………that would get rid of the problem!

Poor Harry just wanted a relaxing night of reading.

She’s asking for it. Sic her, Harry.

She treats him like a dog.