Posts Tagged ‘Love Songs’

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Joe and Charlotte

Charlotte’s at the market / “don’t forget dish soap”

her husband’s off with some bimbo / he met on the ski slopes

meanwhile down in Texas / Joe’s a quarterback

Joe got a bad concussion / Sunday when he got sacked

lean to the left / lean to the right

stand up and sit down / fight, fight, fight

Joe is very popular / fans wanna stand by Joe

but he’s forgotten the playbook / and the Alamo

cold snowflakes are falling / into empty shopping carts

Charlotte forgot the dish soap / and her car won’t start

lean to the left / lean to the right

call freakin’ Triple A / fight, fight, fight

suddenly Charlotte realizes / she’s very very tired of snow

very very tired of snow

Charlotte gets a jump start / drives  to Austin, Texas

Joe is cruising down Guadalupe / he rear-ends her with his Lexus

yes, it’s love at first sight / they open a record store

the college kids all love the place / Joe buys a Labrador

Retriever

lean to the left / lean to the right

stand up and sit down / fight, fight, fight

lean to the left / lean to the right

stand up and sit down / fight, fight, fight

 

copyright G.A. Miller

Your Legs (take two)

you were standing by the closet / to work you had to go

I was lying there looking at you / and then, well, you know

 

baby baby I like your legs / honey I like your legs

don’t get me wrong, I like all of you / but, come on, show me those legs

 

your legs are long as War and Peace / long as the Amazon

they’re an extra-inning baseball game / that goes on ’til dawn

 

baby baby I like your legs / honey I like your legs

don’t get me wrong, I like all of you / but, come on, show me those legs

 

that’s you over there wearing cut-offs / out at the barbecue

that’s me over there flipping some burgers / grinning away at you

 

baby baby I like your legs / honey I like your legs

don’t get me wrong, I like all of you / but, come on, show me those legs

 

baby baby I like your legs / honey I like your legs

I like your smile and your sleepy eyes too / but, come on, show me those legs

copyright – G.A. Miller

The Balcony Song

I’m peein’ on a tree below your balcony / it’s rainin’ pitbulls and leopards

I’m drunk as Charlie Sheen and seventeen Russians / here’s to good old Alan Shepard

I’m peein’ on a tree below your balcony / why did you move to Redondo?

I rode up on the bus with a bottle of Tequila / I guess I’m at the right condos

peein’ on a tree below your balcony

“howdy, tree”

peein’ in a tree below your balcony / it’s either Eucalyptus or Lemon

it’s a rainy night down at your swimmin’ pool / ain’t nobody in their swimmin’

peein’ on a tree below your balcony / there’s a fern hangin’ up there

your Daddy’s barbecue and your bicycle too / I don’t see your ass anywhere

peein’ on a tree below your balcony

lonesome me

peein’ on a tree below your balcony / it’s a misdemeanor, no doubt

little old lady, poodle, umbrella / Lord, I’ve got my wiener out

peein’ on a tree below your balcony / shoulda brung my guitar

rode up on the bus from San Diego / someone repossessed my car

peein’ on a tree below your balcony

Emily

copyright – G.A. Miller

Heber The Polygamist Rides Again

I’m Heber the polygamist / wandering up and down the halls

tripping over the little rug-rats / man, I’m having me a ball, y’all

I’m Heber, Heber, Heber, I’m Heber / the polygamist

I’m Heber the polygamist / we all live in a great big house

all my wives are local girls / except for Judy, who I met in Taos

that’s Judy over there on guard duty

I’m Heber, Heber, Heber, I’m Heber / the polygamist

I’m Heber the polygamist / got an urge for number six

she does stuff they do in France / I don’t know where she learned those tricks

but I like ’em

I’m Heber, Heber, Heber, I’m Heber / H-E-B-E-R

I’m Heber the polygamist / wandering up and down the halls

my legs are getting wobbly / man, I’m crashing into walls

but I please ’em all

’cause  I’m Heber, Heber, Heber, I’m Heber / the polygamist

I’m Heber the polygamist / man, I gotta go somewhere

throw the dog on the Cadillac roof / where am I going? hell, who cares

I’m Heber, Heber, Heber, I’m Heber / the polygamist

copyright – G.A. Miller

photo by Lizzie Miller