Thursday, January 05, 2006

"My mama was a chevy...."

This is the post that I was going to do before the beautiful wonderful lovely email arrived with the info about the visa. Ahhh. Well we know what my blessing for today will be. I will probably have a few more to add on though. So….

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Imagine these lyrics set to a grinding blue steal guitar with a wicked sax in the back sung with a smoky sexy voice and you have Swamp Mama Johnson, a wonderful all woman group from Washington State. I have heard them live a number of times and they ROCK.
Now these lyrics pose an interesting question:


My mama was a chevy
Cruising all over town
My mama was a chevy
Cruising all over town
When her motor starts to racin
Nobody’s gonna shut her down

My daddy he’s an edsel
A hefty hunk of obsolete junk
My daddy he’s an edsel
A hefty hunk of obsolete junk
When his wheels start to rollin
You could tell my man
Kept no spares in his trunk

My sister she’s a fiat
Breakin down all the time
My sister she’s a fiat
Breakin down all the time
When her engine starts to whinin yeah
That girl bout to make me lose my mind
Lord I lose my mind

Now me I’m a Cadillac
A smooth machine with class and charm
Now me I’m a Cadillac
A smooth machine with class and charm
And if you’ll be my driver
Little darling don’t you know
We won’t come to no harm

Music/lyrics by Lisa Mills 1988

I think that I just might be a Volvo: European background with a family feeling but she looks damn good when you bring her out on the town: a smooth and trust worthy ride.

What kind of car are you?

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