 "My Current
Affair"
I have known many couples who have broken up for one reason or
another, but one thing I've noticed is, they never approve of their Ex's new affair, so
those observations are the basis for this song.
You're watching every move
And you're not wishing me well
You're laughing with your friends, each time
My new love goes to hell
You pick each one apart
From her figure to her hair
And you're getting one big kick out of My
Current Affair
Cho: You're with the one you wanted
For me there's not that much to say
They'll never measure up to you
So I keep walking away
It hurts to say, but love without you
There's really nothing there
Each time the door revolves you'll meet My
Current Affair
Tag: And the door will spin, till you are again My
Current Affair
I'm non-stop entertainment
And how well I do perform
What I'll pull next out of the hat
To you will be the norm
The bottom of the barrel
Is no doubt what you'll declare
Could it be you're slightly jealous of My
Current Affair
Words & Music By: Red Johnson
Pub: Count Music (c) 1997
All Rights Reserved |
"Running Bare" A lot of funny
things happen when you don't have any cloths on, that's why I wrote this.
I wrote a song, and got a hit
A big sensation, Man I was it
Stepped out the stage door, to get some air
All that Mob left me, Was my hair
Running Bare, down the alley
Trash-can covers, in the appropriate place
There was no time, to Dilly-Dally
Bout forty Dogs, took up the chase
Got to playing poker, the kind called strip
Then someone gave, the cops a tip
Jumped out the window, from the second floor
Straddled a fence, need I tell you more
Running Bare, in squad car spotlights
Doing hand-springs, and back flips too
The whole neighborhood, taking in the sights
Me dodging men, in the little white suits
Got a letter, from Uncle Sam
Said son come down, for your exam
In our birthday suits, We stood in line
That square needle story, blew my mind
Running Bare, down the hallway,
They'll make no dart board, out of me
Running Bare, in the lobby
Women fainting, Oh my Oh Me
A nudist camp, got me intrigued
I jumped the fence, and in the weeds
I hid my cloths, but much too good
I'd like to leave, if I only could
Running Bare, round the Campgrounds
Hoping somewhere, my cloths I'll find
Can't call my Wife, ain't got a Dime
Weaving a robe, outa dandelions
Running Bare, in the moonlight
Swattin skeeters, ten at a time
Here in this phone booth,
Can't help but wonder
Where would a Nudist, keep a Dime?
Words & Music By: Red Johnson
Pub: Count Music (c) 1973
All Rights Reserved |
