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…. ……. 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? Posted by (Top)Andrea::1/05/2006 :: 2 Comments: |