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...In Person
Blew 'Em Away
Music and Lyrics by Chuck Brodsky
Every morning I commute
A mild-mannered man in a business suit
When I wanna come home at the end of my day
There's all these other cars stacked up in my way
I pull up behind one, pull out my pistol
And blow 'im away
When I'm driving my car I wanna go fast
But there's this slow car, won't let me pass
I flash my lights, I honk my horn.
Well, I have to consider him warned
I pull up behind 'im, pull out my pistol
And blow 'im away
Jesse James behind the wheel
It's high noon in my automobile
You call me crazy, you call me sick
Yeah, but I got to go where I'm going to quick
Son of a bitch, cut me off
Three whole lanes he pulled across
Made me mad, made me swerve
Son of a bitch got what he deserved
Pulled up behind him, pulled out my pistol
Blew 'im away.
Oh look! The motorcycle is riding between
He's splitting lanes, if you know what I mean
This cutting in line is an act of war
I saw him coming - I opened my door.
And knocked him over, pulled out my pistol
Blew 'im away
CHORUS
Little ol' lady (bless her heart)
She's walking her poodle Across the boulevard
It was wearing a red knit sweater, a little knitted hat
Probably named Fifi or something stupid like that
I say, "Here Fifi!", pulled out my pistol
And blew it away
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Wouldn't Want It Any Other Way (CD)
I Love The Company (CD)
Common Ground
The People on the Hill
Crazy On The Same Day
It's Just Us (Live)
Talk Louder (single)
