Song Lyrics And Poetry 3

Dance With Me
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

Would you please dance with me
I haven’t danced since ninety three
I always blamed it on a bad knee
But, that was just a lie
I’m afraid that I’ll look like a fool
When I’m supposed to be Mr. Cool
Like I was all through high school
But, I was always high

I just want to be close to you
And hold you to “The Bargain” by The Who
I hope that you will hold me too
*The best I ever had*
Yeah, I really like this song
Because it is rather long
Thanks Roger, Peter, Keith and John
I don’t even care if my dancing is bad

Oh Baby, press your body up to mine
I feel so good because you feel so fine
And it has been a long, long time
Since I have felt this way
Feel the hardness in my pants
The start of a new romance
As we slowly dance
*Just like yesterday*

Our hearts harder and faster pound
We know that new love has been found
As we dance ten feet off the ground
Heart to heart and eye to eye
I taste the sweetness of your lips
I gently touch your swaying hips
As Peter Townsend’s guitar rips
And my hand moves slowly up your thigh

Your breast’s pressed firmly against my chest
I feel a certain erectness
As our passion manifests
We dance so very slow
Your hot breath is on my face
My beads of sweat your tongue tastes
Our pounding hearts begin to race
As you feel my hardness grow

We dance our way across the floor
Moving slowly towards a door
That will open up to so much more
And will awaken a sleeping giant
We will fall in love right there
Before the final beat on Keith Moon’s snare
Or Townsend’s guitar flies through the air
And Daltrey's voice becomes silent

Thanks for sharing this dance with me
I never really had a bad knee
And now I feel so free
Yeah, I feel so glad
My life changed with one dance with you
I found a love that I never, ever knew
Dancing to “The Bargain by The Who
*The Bargain, the best I ever had*

Dance With Me - Plenty of references to the band “The Who” in this poem. I wrote it in the fall
of 2006. It was inspired by Denise. There is a lot of “us” in the poem. It is, what you might say,
“sexually charged.” Our relationship is like that as well… Sexually charged! Very much so! “The
Who” is Denise’s favorite band of all time and the song “The Bargain” is her favorite song.
Denise, like “The Bargain” is the Best I Ever Had!!! This poem may or may not actually be based
on a true story. The writer is not saying.

Don’t Go Near The River
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

When I was a young boy, young and oh so free
This is what my mama, my mama said to me
Now listen to your mama, listen to me well
If you get your feet wet boy, you're gonna catch some hell

Don't go near the river, don't go near the bay
Don't go near the river boy, stay away today

My father was a fisherman, he fished the bayou side
We never had much money, the river was too wide
My mama on her death bed, said boy get outta here
Move into the city, she whispered in my ear

Well I went to the city, got a job washing cars
I picked and sang at night time in rundown two bit bars
The city's like the river, the current is fast and cold
Ya know there was a lesson, in what my mama told

Don't go near the river, don't go near the bay
Don't go near the river boy, stay away today

Well I looked out my window at a city filled with fear
I remembered mama’s whisper, boy get outta here
So I packed up my suitcase, put my guitar on my back
Went out to the highway, and hitched a ride back

Don't go near the river, don't go near the bay
Don't go near the river boy, stay away today

Don't Go Near The River - I was nineteen or twenty when I wrote this song. It has been arranged
as a rock song, a blues song, a country song and a ballad, but it is at it’s best when performed the
way it was originally written…… Highly influenced, in it’s day, by John Fogerty and Credence
Clearwater Revival, it has a hook that is very contagious, no matter what genre of music it is
being played in. It still is one the most requested songs that I play  when I perform. It has held up
very well over the years and I am sure that it will continue to hold up for years to come.

Picket Fence
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

My mother was one at seventeen
She lived in a world of amphetamines
She shed a lot of tears, but never cried 
I was born on the day she died

She sold her body on the street
Had sex in alley's with men she'd meet
She put her money into her vein
I was born without a name

My grandma raised me when I was a child
She was crazy, dangerous and wild
There was always whiskey on her breath
I was nine at the time of her death

I went to places where I shouldn't go
Hung with people I shouldn't know
I had some brushes with the law
A Broken nose and a broken jaw

Then you came into my life
Eventually you became my wife
You set me straight, you pushed me hard
Now there's a picket fence around my front yard

Picket Fence - I originally wrote this poem when I was seventeen tears old. Then about twenty
years ago I changed a couple of things in it. Again, about ten years ago I ran across it and
changed some words and there it is. By the way, my mother was a wonderful person and I was
never raised by a drunken grandmother. This poem is purely a work of fiction.

Greasy Katie (The Fast Food Lady)
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

Katie has pimples on her face
From workin in a fast food take out place
Cookin up burgers, fries and rings
Patti melts, tacos and other greasy things

I drop into Katie’s every now and then
When I get a junk food attack again
She gives them greasy burgers her special touch
And for such a fat girl she don’t sweat too much

Oh greasy Katy, the fast food lady
Feed me baby, if you only will
Hey good lookin, I love your cookin
So throw another burger on the grill

You always know a good fast food place
By all of the trucks that are parked around
And Katy's open twenty four hours a day
Yeah it's hard to find a place to sit down

It's every trucker’s favorite spot
The Chile’s good and the coffee's hot
The jukebox is always playing and the head is very clean
And Katy makes the biggest burger you have ever seen

Oh greasy Katy, the fast food lady
Feed me baby, if you only will
Hey good lookin, I love your cookin
So throw another burger on the grill

Greasy Katie - Summer1973, somewhere in the middle of Wyoming. My ex brother-in-law,
Chris, and I drove my VW bus round-trip from Long Beach, California to Detroit Lakes,
Minnesota. Based on the first time I ever visited one of those giant truck stops that are out in the
middle of nowhere. Chris and I sat at the counter and ordered the biggest, greasiest, an probably
the absolute best cheeseburgers either one of us had even imagined. They were served with a
mountain of french fries or onion rings and, of all things, a salad. The waitress’s nametag read
“Katie.” She was a sweetheart, called everybody “Hun” and was very friendly. By the time Chris
and I pulled back onto the inter-state we had already coined her with the name Greasy Katie. This
poem is a reminder to me of the adventures and good times that Chris and I had on that trip.

Let’s Walk Together
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

I ain't got much money, honey, I ain't got much time
I don't laugh much, ain’t anything funny when I ain’t got a dime
But when I look in your eyes I get the highest of highs
You never make me frown, never let me down
And you make me realize how much I love you
Whoa, oh, how much I love you

Well you've done some changing, some rearranging
yeah, life isn’t been too sweet
Times are hard and so is aging when there isn’t enough to eat
But when you hold my hand you make me feel like a man
You make me feel so strong, like I could do no wrong
And you make me understand how much I love you
Oh, how much I love you

So take my hand, let’s walk together
I'll help you through the stormy weather
And I hope you know how much I love you
Oh, how much I love you

When I look in your eyes I get the highest of highs
You never make me frown, never let me down
And you make me realize how much I love you
Oh, how much I love you

When you hold my hand you make me feel like a man
You make me feel so strong, like I could do no wrong
And you make me understand how much I love you
Oh, how much I love you

So take my hand, let’s walk together
I'll help you through the stormy weather
And I hope you know how much I love you
Oh, how much I love you

Let's Walk Together - I have always liked this song. It was written around 1972. I was married to
my first wife and high school sweetheart, Patti. To this day she has never heard me play it. This
song was and still is for Patti.

Letting Go
© 2007 by Rick Ellis
 
It's so hard to let you go
You're in a better place I know
You filled our lives with beautiful grace
And made the world a much better place

It's so hard to say goodbye
But every flower must someday die
And as the golden sun sets in the west
It will shine upon your place of rest

It's sad for those you left behind
You'll always be in our hearts and minds
For every ending there's a brand new start
Life begins at the last beat of a heart

You will always be a shining star
A treasure within a clay filled jar
No matter how distant you may seem
I'll always meet you in my dreams

Someday we'll be together again
A love like ours will never end
I will always love you so
It's so hard to let you go

Letting Go - My mother was dying. She only had a few days to live. My stepfather called and
said that I needed to get up to Bremerton, Washington. I wrote this poem on an airplane while
traveling from Orange County to Seattle. About a week later this poem was used in the memorial
card that was given to mourners at her funeral in February 2005

Looking For A Country Western Band
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

He drives around the country in a beat up pickup truck
He is just a drifter, a man with little luck
And he don't know where he's going
Can't remember where he's been
He's got no destination, he's just blowin with the wind

He's a guitar pickin, tin can kickin man
Plays a guitar that he picked up second hand
And he travels all around this great big land
Looking for a country western band

He's played in every honkey tonk from Atlanta to L.A.
The crowds all cheer and buy him beer and then he goes away
Just to find another place, another one night stand
To get his kicks and play his licks with a good ole country band

Well, all he wants in his life is to be a super star
Playin country music on his second hand guitar
Singing songs and makin hits for a record company
Playing tunes with his own band at the Grand Ole Opry

He's a guitar pickin, tin can kickin man
Plays a guitar that he picked up second hand
And he travels all around this great big land
Looking for a country western band

Looking For A Country Western Band - A 1972 song. It was one of the first songs that I wrote
that told a story

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My Little Pussy
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

You can mess with my woman, you can mess with my mind
You can mess with just about anything of mine
You can mess with my money, you can mess with my soul
You can mess with my body, from my head down to my toe
You can mess all you wanna and not to sound pushy
Don't you go messin round with my little pussy

Well she sleeps all day long and stinks up the house
She’s so damned lazy she won't even chase a mouse
She climbs up the curtains and she pees on the rug
But she's my little pussy and she's as cute as a bug

You can mess with my mother, you can mess with my dad
You can mess with just about anything except my cat
You can mess all you wanna and not to sound pushy
Don't you go messin round with my little pussy

Well she sleeps all day long and stinks up the house
She’s so damned lazy she won't even chase a mouse
She climbs up the curtains and she pees on the rug
But she's my little pussy and she's as cute as a bug

My Little Pussy - A catchy title! A stupid song about a stupid cat. Written around 1986.

A Junkies Dream
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

It was hard for me to write this song
I like the music, but the words are wrong
I guess the needle’s getting down on me
I ain’t the man I used to be

When I came down it seemed that everything changed
Looked like the world had fucking rearranged
I joined the race, but I jumped the gun
Oh a junkies dream is a lonely one

My horse and I are living happily
In the normal world I just could not be
And even though my life might not last too long
This is my music and this is my song

Have you ever tried to change your state of mind
And face the reality to which you’ve been blind
To touch the sky and get burned by the sun
Oh a junkies dream is a lonely one

A Junkies Dream - I wrote this when I was a senior in high school. Eighteen years old. I should
not have known so much about life to be able to write this poem at that time in my life. It was
1967. The world today is very much like the world was then, but eighteen year old kids were
much older then.

Outcall Girl
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

I was browsing through the telephone book
Looking for a number to call
When I saw her in the yellow pages
Under the heading "massage, outcall"
It said she had the ultimate
Golden touch through and through
And that she accepted credit cards
"So don't be alone, I'll come to you"

Well I was feeling very tense
My muscles were feeling tight
I thought that a nice massage
Might make me feel alright
She came over to my place
She was as pretty as a rose
She said her name was Candy
Then said "take of your clothes"

She rubs my neck and rubs my back
And makes me feel okay
Then she makes sweet love to me
And I charge it to the B of A
Every night she rubs me up and down
Every night it gets real hard
I fell in love with an outcall girl
And got laid on my credit card

This went on for about a year
My finances were a mess
I asked her to marry me
She surprised me and said yes
Candy is no longer an outcall girl
She only massages me
I've thrown away my credit card
I get all my loving for free

Outcall Girl - Inspired by an actual advertisement in the telephone Yellow Pages in 1970.

Shit
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

Shit is such a funny word
Such a fuss over just a turn
You say shit and I say shit
But the truth comes out when we sit

No matter what you or I might think
No one says shit when it begins to stink
"Ah, shit" is not nice and it is dirty too
Why can’t one just say "ah pooh-pooh"

You shit, I shit, our parents shit
Our dogs shit, boy do they shit
The Pope shits, holy shit
George Bush shits, bull shit

We eat shit, we drink shit, we breathe shit
We smoke shit, we do shit
Oh shit
We certainly use a lot of shit
No shit

Shit is America’s most important resource
Because we produce so much shit of course
Maybe we should begin to package it
U.S.D.A. All American shit

We will color it red and make it smell sweet
Then send it to the Arabs, along with our wheat
And when they ask us "Hey, whets this shit for"
We'll inflate the prices and send them some more

Shit - I actually wrote this poem when I was about twenty. LBJ was in office and the war in Viet
Nam was at its height. A year or so ago, thirty-eight years later, I resurrected the poem and
updated it to modern times. Sometimes, the more things change the more they same the same.

Prozac, Valium and Beefeater Gin
© 2007 by Rick Ellis
 
I guess my life just ain’t what I thought it would be
If you look up from the gutter, you’ll be looking down on me
Well, things don’t always end up the way that they begin
So give me Prozac, Valium and Beefeater Gin

Give me Prozac, Valium and Beefeater Gin
I’ll wash them down with a couple beers
And I’ll be happy once again
Well, I ain’t lost my mind
I just don’t know where it’s been
So give me Prozac, Valium and Beefeater Gin

I just might end up begging food on a city corner
Asking people passing by if they can spare a quarter
I’m at the bottom of the food chain, I don’t know in which order
A depressed, drugged out alky with a mental disorder

You can say that I’m a loser, you can say it once again
I’m user and a  boozer, no I can’t ever win
Well, things don’t always end up the way that they begin
So give me Prozac, Valium and Beefeater Gin

Give me Prozac, Valium and Beefeater Gin
I’ll wash them down with a couple beers
And I’ll be happy once again.
Well, I ain’t lost my mind,
I just don’t know where it’s been
So give me Prozac, Valium and Beefeater Gin

Prozac, Valium And Beefeater Gin - I was having about the worse day imaginable one day in
1999 while working as a design engineer.  Someone came into my office and asked me how my
day was going and I curtly responded like “oh, nothing that Prozac, Valium and Beefeater Gin
would not make better. I thought about the three substances that I had just put together in words
and thought “now there is one hell of a hook for a song.” After I got home that afternoon and
chased down some medicine with a martini I wrote it.

Red Snapper
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

She has body odor, she smells like a fish
Red Snapper if you know what I mean
She is every perverts wish
Ugliest woman I've ever seen

I swear this woman she has gills
And there are scales on her skin
Only lawyers and other bottom feeders
Hang out where she’s been

She lives in a double wide by the city dump
The place where the scavengers soar
She has a face full of zits and big sagging tits
Her breath knocks a buzzards off her outhouse door

House flies avoid her because she is so uncouth
She stinks, she’s ugly and she only has one tooth
You can try to catch her, but it's better to trap her
She’s a Red Snapper, she’s a Red Snapper

If you date her, or if you are looking for romance
If you kiss her, mate her, or try to get into her pants
Then your sorry life is obviously in the crapper
She’s a Red Snapper, she’s a Red Snapper

Red Snapper - We have probably all known someone similar to character described in this 2006
poem. I am not sure why I included it in Songs In The Key Of Life except for the simple fact that,
for some reason, it makes my laugh every time I read it .

Red Mountain Wine
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

Things I don’t remember
Events I can’t recall
Days I can’t account for
I can’t name them all
Total loss of memory
Total loss of time
I lost the love of my woman
And I completely lost my mind
Friends who I offended
Things I wish I` never said
I woke up next to strangers
Who were sleeping in my bed

Oh, the cost of a bottle
A dollar forty-nine
I lost everything I ever had
To Red Mountain Wine
Red Mountain, Red Mountain
I will never climb
Out from the bottom of a bottle
Of Red Mountain Wine

I can’t take no twelve steps
I can’t even walk
I can’t ask for forgiveness
I can’t even talk
I can’t read a big book
I'm too blind drunk to read
A man with a pocket full of chips
Ain’t someone that I need

My name is Mister Jack Shit
I’m a man you’ll never know
I don’t care if you are sober
Cause that’s a place I’ll never go

Oh, the cost of a bottle
A dollar forty-nine
I lost everything I ever had
To Red Mountain Wine
Red Mountain, Red Mountain
I will never climb
Out from the bottom of a bottle
Of Red Mountain Wine

Red Mountain Wine - The alcoholic beverage of choice for the discerning Oceanside High School
student of the late 1960’s. $1.49 per gallon. This tribute to this fine libation was written in 2005.

She’d Rather Wait
© 2007 by Rick Ellis
 
She'd lived that way for what seemed like forever
Waiting for the right time, place and lover
Wearing all the pretty things her father gave her mother
She'd turn one cheek and get kissed on the other
 
But she'd rather wait for him
Than be with any other man she knows 
Sometimes he's late, sometimes he don’t even show
But she'd rather wait, anticipate
She'd rather wait for him

I was there on the night that they met
She walked over like on a devil's bet
And for just a heartbeat she caught his eye
And from that moment on she's been in love with this guy

And she'd rather wait for him
Than be with any other man she knows 
Sometimes he's late, sometimes he don’t even show
But she'd rather wait, anticipate
She'd rather wait for him
 
Last week I really got to know her
She's been coming in early and leaving a little slower
I bought her merlot and she cried on my shoulder
I'm in love with her now, but I’m too scared to show her

Cause she'll always wait for him
Than be with any other man she knows 
He used to be late and now he don’t even show 
But she'd rather wait, anticipate
She'd rather wait for him

She'd Rather Wait - This song was written in 1999. A lady friend of mine was in love with a man,
but he was not in love with her, or really even very interested in her other than for friendship. She
declined many opportunities to date other men in hope that this man would finally be available to
her. It never did happen. She waited for him for a year or so before finally accepting what was to
be.

Things Are Looking Better
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

She took my heart and she crushed it
She stole my mind and she bust it
She tried to take my soul
But I would not let her
All in all, everything considered
Things are looking better

Things are looking better very much improved
Like my mind has packed a suitcase
And my heart has up and moved
Things are looking better
Now that she has gone away
Things are looking better everyday

She took all my money and she spent it
She gave me all her love, but never meant it
She tried to take my memories
But I would not let her
All in all, everything considered
Things are looking better

Things Are Looking Better - “Things are looking better” is the catch phrase that you might use
after you have been at a stage in your life where that phrase would be replaced with “I don’t want to live anymore” and the phrase you might use before you get back to that place in life where you would say “Things could not be better.” A poem that I wrote at one of those times in my life when “Things are looking better.”

Vieux Carrie
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

I had a woman, she was good to me
Yeah I had a woman, she was good to me
She could play music to a deaf man 
And make a blind man see

I met her on Decatur Street, down in New Orleans
She wore a tight halter top and was busting out of her jeans
Well, she looked like she might be thirty Lord
But, she was only seventeen

I took her through the French doors behind the iron bars
Away from all the pimps and whores and the delta slide guitars
Oh, this woman from the Vieux Carrie,
Lord she stole my heart away

We walked along the cobblestones and we kissed out in the rain
We listened to the bluesman play and we could feel his pain
Oh she made such sweet love to me
Yeah, She drove this man insane

I went back down to Vieux Carrie, to all the places we had been
I walked along Decatur Street, I had to see this girl again
But, that woman she just flew away
In the warm Louisiana wind

Vieux Carrie - My friend, Vicky Stewart, were hanging out and fooling around with some new
music that I had recently started playing around with. She suggested that I write a song about
New Orleans, a city that I had not yet visited and only knew very little about. She answered
questions that I asked her about the city and a couple of hours later Vieux Carrie was born in the dining room of my house on Nottingham Lane in the fall of 2002. It is an awesome blues song that I play slide guitar on.

What’s Her Name
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

I met her just as last call rang
In a bar somewhere near L.A.
She was tall, blonde and beautiful
Yeah, she took my breath away

She introduced herself to me
And I did just the same
But thirty seconds later
I could not recall her name

The band played their last song
So I asked her for a dance
And all that I could think about
Was getting into her pants

We danced around the bar room
In a very tight embrace
She whispered softly in my ear
"Take me to your place"

I thought very seriously
Should I ask her name again
But all that I could think about
Was committing major sin

What’s her name, I could not recall
I could not remember, I hit the wall
If I asked her, I'd risk some danger
So I just took her to my place
And I fucked a total stranger

What‘s Her Name - Ever forget someone’s name at absolutely the worse possible time? I sure
have. Many more times than I want to even think about. This is little ditty is based, somewhat
loosely, on a true story.

Anal Retentive
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

I taught my dog to use the toilet
When he needs to take a pee
I tried to teach him to shit in it too
But he has never learned to read

He barks three times to go outside
When he needs to pass some Alpo gas
I taught him to gargle, rinse and repeat
After he lick-wipes his dirty doggie ass

I taught my dog to lick his balls
So that he would keep them clean and fresh
I taught him by example
I took about a year, more or less

I am anal, anal-retentive
I am mesmerized by being organized
I am creative and inventive
Yeah, I am anal, I just hate a mess
Everything must be in its place
You might say that Im obsessed
Simplicity and cleanliness
Is my main incentive
Because I am anal
Anal-retentive

Anal Retentive - This is a stupid little poem, but it cracks me up and I thought that my father
might like it so I put it in this book.

Carpe Diem
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Seize the moment, seize the day
Carpe Diem, that’s what I say
Seize the moment, seize the day

Nothing ventured, nothing gained
It’s a sunny day, it just might rain
It doesn’t matter anyway
Seize the moment, seize the day

Do unto others, what they'd do to you
Always obey the golden rule
Pledge allegiance to the flag
Put your dogs poop in a plastic bag

Honor your parents, never take a life
Do not covet your neighbor’s wife
Never use the Lords name in vain
Nothing ventured, nothing gained

Do not lie, don’t cheat, don’t steal
Remember the Sabbath, keep it real
Put a dashboard Jesus in your Chevrolet
Yeah, seize the moment, seize the day
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Seize the moment, seize the day
Don’t bitch, don’t argue, don’t complain
Seize the moment, seize the day

Never piss into the wind
Go to church, confess your sins
Get down on your knees and pray
Listen to what Falwell has to say

Always trust your government
Never question how your tax dollars spent
Support our troops and respect their powers
See a doctor if your boner exceeds four hours

Nothing ventured, nothing gained
The bullshit just gets deeper everyday
Do not live your life in vain
Seize the moment, seize the day

Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Seize the moment, seize the day
Carpe Diem, that’s what I say
Seize the moment, seize the day

Carpe Diem - One of the catch phrases of the twenty-first century…. Carpe Diem. That is right up there with “Have a nice day” from twenty years ago.  At first I thought it carpe diem was French for “bull shit”, but I was wrong. It is still bull shit, only not in language translation.  So…… this is my twist on “seize the day"….. Carpe diem…… bull shit!

Orange County Man
© 2007 by Rick Ellis

He's a white Anglo-Saxon protestant
Who believes his life is significant
He's a conservative right-wing Republican
Orange County, California is his origin

He has a wife and two and one-half kids
He has not smoked pot since it was sold in lids
Cigars and martinis are more his thing
And he makes a quarter mil a year in marketing

He lives in a planned community, drives a mini-van
He has a 401K and a five year plan
A white picket fence surrounds his front yard
He goes to church and hands out his business card

He often works out in a gym
But mostly checks out the asses on young women
By all appearances he really has his life together
He just can’t control
The Southern California weather

He listens to new age music on the radio
He keeps the volume turned down low
He used to follow the Grateful Dead
Now he's just another Ditto-Head

His credit card balance is always zero
Bill ORielly is his hero
He blocked his TV from receiving CNN
And he'll never hear Bob Dylan sing again

Every weekend he hits the links
A twenty handicap, his golf game stinks
He tells his wife how well he played
And it’s been six months since he’s been laid

He is a legend in his own mind
He says no greater guy will you find
So successful at home, and play and work
But he’s just another
Orange County, California jerk

Orange County Man - You know who they are. Most of them are tucked away in inland Orange
County planned living communities. When they are not playing golf in their own neck of the
woods they occasionally migrate to places along the beach for the day, or to an to an Angels or Ducks game. You can spot them a mile away.  Bermuda shorts, brown loafers with no socks, a pink or lavender Izod polo shirt,  a contrasting sweater tied around the neck, a blue tooth hanging off of one ear, a wife with a big ass and store bought tits, driving a mini-van or SUV with a My Child Is An Honor Student at…… down the street, blinker always on, a Kenny G. CD playing on the stereo. They are everywhere.