Monday, November 1, 2010

lyrics of the day

I've got a bad idea again, I've got a
Halloweenhead, halloweenhead . . .

Head full of candy bags . . .

I’m your buckaroo, I want to be like you.
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are.

We like fixin’ things and holding momma’s hand
Yeah, we’re just alike, hey, ain’t we dad?

1 comment:

Walter said...

A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out

Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town