The Red Throbber
I work all day
At a real dull job
Just t'make a few bucks
To get loaded on the weekend
I work all day
At a real dull job
Just t'make a few bucks
To get loaded on the weekend
To buy some Beatle records
And The Led Zeppelin
A bunch of jivey clothes
And a car to cruise around in
spoken:
Bring the band on down behind me boys . . .
Lemme tell you people
One time I came home
I walked in the door
I looked around for my old lady
She's hot
She's a real hot girl
Real groovy & everything
We been shackin' up for three weeks
Just like paradise
Doot Doot Doot
Doo-wow
Par-o-dise now
Doot Doot Doot
Doo-wow
spoken:
Well, I'm a little late getting' home, you see
I stopped to get a bunch of beer
On my way home from the airport
That's where I work, you see
I'm a customs inspector at the airport
Eight hours a day
Me & my specially trained
Semi-vicious dog
Checkin' all the rock & roll creeps & dope fiends
T'see if they're try'na sneak any mind-expanding chemicals
Or stuff like that
Into our great nation
Doot Doot Doot
Doo-wow
Par-o-dise now
Doot Doot Doot
Doo-wow
[35.]
(2)
spoken:
This dog I got that works with me down there
Is real outa site
The government trained him & a bunch more
To go totally ape-shit from the smell of marijuana
Or especially hash
Fuckin' dog goes berserk over hash
That's that stuff them English rock & roll guys get off on
If my dog (Babbette we call her)
If Babbette smells any hash
She goes gnarlin' right in there
Chews on the suitcase or duffle bag or whatever
With a fury known only to other dogs who have been trained
To eat a big suitcase
(There was a picture of one of 'em in last month's Life Magazine
Anyway
The minute I see Babbette
Gnarlin' on a suitcase
I push a secret button under the bench
So Fred & Charlie come over and drag the sonofabitch away
Black card & all
If you get a black card when you're
Goin' through Customs
The guy at the bench makes out a paper on you
Another one tries
To look at your eyes
While the undercover dudes
All watch what you do
Doot Doot Doot
Doo-wow
Par-o-dise now
Doot Doot Doot
Doo-wow
Doot Doot Doot
Doo-wow
Par-o-dise now
Doot Doot Doot
Doo-wow
I work all day
At a real dull job
Just t'make a few bucks
To get loaded on the weekend
[36.]
(3)
spoken:
So I get home, see
I got the beer & I'm lookin' all around the house
For my fine old lady
Her name is Sharleena
Spells it S-H-A-R-L-E-E-N-A
It's sort of an Okie-type name
I known her for ten years
Ever since high school
When she used to work on the year book
She was so fine & smart
Could spell good & everything
I been secretly in love with her for long as I can remember
I didn't care if she had an Okie name
Her tits were real big
With angora
A mint green angora sweater on
Gives me a boner even to reflect on it
(That's why I like The Led Zeppelin . . .
Gives me a boner too . . . some of their songs
Are even about getting' boners)
So I get home, see
I got the beer & I got a boner
But my Sharleena . . .
Who I just work up the nerve three weeks ago
To ask her to shack up with me . . .
After ten years of secret, hot, beating off,
Anonymous love . . .
I get home
And Sharleena is gone
She is nowhere around . . .
And even though I'm a strong man . . .
Even though I work for
The Government
I broke down
And cried . . .
Note
- Written for the 200 Motels movie but ultimately was not included.
