HIt Parade
Mark pulled out the cowboy disco beat and it was all over before you could say beef jerky - the band never did come to understand the count on the instrumental section and it sounded like it until Johnny pulled it all together with a baritone guitar part that could have been lifted from “the Good, the Bad, the Ugly.”
Hit Parade
Gave up her bed of roses now she lays her head on straw
If she had a doubt she's drowned it out
with drugs and alcohol
There's one too many stoplights on Sunset Boulevard
There's a man on the corner with a Laker's hat
you could pass him but it's just too hard
Welcome to the hit parade
don't say you got it made - don't say you got it made
She got one good friend too many,
they come round late at night
but they don't look so pretty in the morning light
She says that she's a cocktail waitress
she makes good tips it's true
makes 200 dollars doing what a girl's got to do
Welcome to the hit parade
don't say you got it made - don't say you got it made
In the city of Los Angeles angels aren't hard to find
You can see them pushing shopping carts
there's heaven in their eyes
They're trapped down here on Earth these days
They're looking for some shade
They'd like to sell the story rights
just wait till they get paid
Welcome to the hit parade
don't say you got it made - don't say you got it made
Let's empty all the swimming pools,
let's fill them with champagne
Let's take those sandy beaches, make them sweet cocaine
Let's bring our boys back home
tell them the war's been won
Let's slap a medal on them and go start another one
Welcome to the hit parade
let's say we got it made - let's just say we got it made
All images, text and music ©ryan purcell/hoedad music - 2008
