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Kinky Friedman - People Who Read People Magazine lyrics

Lyrics for the new song from Kinky Friedman - People Who Read People Magazine lyrics

Well, I’m here to say I got turned away from Studio 54
Back to neon lights and lonely nights and saw-dust on the floor
And if she ever loved me, she don’t love me anymore,
And if anyone should ask me, here’s who I’m singing for:

For the people who read People Magazine,
For the soap opera lovers, for the home-town bowling team,
For everybody everywhere who’s ever lost a dream,
For the people who read people who read People Magazine.

Now if you’re too New York for Texas, too Texas for L.A.
You been chasing trends like rainbow ends but you’re always just a song away
And if the White House wouldn’t have ya, play in every little honky-tonk and bar
The good Lord made the Heavens, ah but He never made a star.

No, its the people who read People Magazine,
It’s the soap opera lovers, its the home-town bowling team,
It’s everybody everywhere who’s ever lost a dream,
For the people who read people who read People Magazine.

And to tell you the truth this telephone booth gets lonesome in the rain,
But son, I’m 21 in Nashville and I’m 43 in Maine.
And when your mama gets home, would you tell her I phoned, it’d take a life-time to explain
That I’m a country-picker with a bumper-sticker that says:

Kinky Friedman - Popeye The Sailor Man lyrics

Lyrics for the new song from Kinky Friedman - Popeye The Sailor Man lyrics

My heart is on my sleeve,
Do you still believe ?
Are you listenin

Kinky Friedman - Pretty Boy Floyd lyrics

Lyrics for the new song from Kinky Friedman - Pretty Boy Floyd lyrics

Gather round me children, a story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well.

Kinky Friedman - Put Another Log On The Fire lyrics

Lyrics for the new song from Kinky Friedman - Put Another Log On The Fire lyrics

Put another log on the fire,
Cook me up some bacon and some beans,
Go out to the car and change the tire,
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Baby, fill my pipe and then go fetch my slippers,
Boil me up another pot of tea.
Put another log on the fire, girl,
Come and tell me why you