Dick Soup Lyrics - Banjo & Sullivan
Liquored up in Jackson after the show
Bucket full of wild oats I had to sew
The Motor City knew just where I should go
Hundreds of women for old Adam Banjo
Thousand pickup trucks in a gravel parking lot
Looked at my roadie and said "ready or not!"
Splashed on Hai-Karate, ready to run my race
Took a look around, there wasn't a woman in the place
Ain't it a pity
To be true?
Milwaukee was the next town I hopped up on stage
Thought I might get lucky, me and Roy was all the rage
sponsored linksLooked out on the crowd, much to my surprise
Place was plum sold out with nothin' but guys
Can't sing a ballad
Don't give a hoot
Played in San Fransisco for some free love
Met a big ol' hippie chick from heaven above
Looked back at the band, they were starin' at her feet
Roy said "Adam, son, don't drop your keys!"
Well, the Nashville station KPSY threw us a party and we still don't know why
Valet and champagne, fried chicken and cocaine
No hookers in the end, just a hot tub full of men
It's up to you
Better get loot
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