October 3rd, 2002

letters

Here it comes...

I'm a few hundred miles inland... And folks from coastal Louisiana and Texas are already showing up in these parts. God be with 'em down there with ol' Lilly hits.

Hurricane Party
Paul Sanchez
Recorded by Cowboy Mouth

My hurricane party got out of control.
I'm lying in the gutter eating tootsie rolls...
with red-ant bites all over my ass,
beating on my buddies with a base ball bat.

We had a little party -- me and my friends.
A hurricane was comming to New Orleans again.
Somebody brought scotch. Somebody brought beer.
Should've kept the hooch and thrown 'em out of here.

A friendly game -- a penny a hand.
Smoke a cigar. Act like a man.
Waiting for the gale force winds to blow...
Shuffle up the cards and let the liquor flow.

My hurricane party got out of control.
I'm lying in the gutter eating tootsie rolls...
with red-ant bites all over my ass,
beating on my buddies with a base ball bat.

Somebody's girlfriend showed up by surprise
with cookies in her hands and dollar signs in her eyes.
I started dipping her cookies in scotch.
She won all my money and my pocket watch.

Well I passed out and I woke up,
the house was empty and so was my cup.
From out on the front porch I heard a shout,
"I wish they'd come in so I could throw em' out."

My hurricane party got out of control.
I'm lying in the gutter eating tootsie rolls...
with red-ant bites all over my ass,
beating on my buddies with a base ball bat.

Everybody's wrestling out in the dirt.
I laughed so hard till my stomach hurt.
They saw me clean they heard me laugh.
Tthey started charging at me and I grabbed a bat.

My hurricane party got out of control.
I'm lying in the gutter eating tootsie rolls...
with red-ant bites all over my ass,
beating on my buddies with a base ball bat.