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