The Continuing Story
of the Skinny Little Boy Shazam,
feelin' grand, guess I'll mosey into town
Raise hell all around,
I'm gonna have a good time
Damn, you bet I am out to
boogie till I'm blind
I got a quarter dollar wine,
get myself primed
Runnin' down the road,
I got the back tire smokin'
The highway is open, not a cop in sight
No red light flashin's gonna
hamper my actions
My path is clear and
then my timing's right
And I'm a skinny little boy
From Cleveland, Ohio
Come chase your women
And drink your beer
Second gear down Main Street
And roaring into town
Women, grab your children
Bolt the doors and shut her down
Peeking out from windows
While the menfolk pray
They speak in frightened whispers
And the weak ones faint
Is it a bird?
Is it a plane?
Is it a demon in the air?
Or a fire -breathin', baby -eatin',
mother -beatin' bear?
Is it murder?
Is it rape?
Is it the Watergate tapes?
Or a mere hallucination
caused by folks from outer space?
No, it's a skinny little boy
from Cleveland, Ohio.
He's come to chase your women
an d drink your beer.
Oh my, and here he are,
you see him stridin' to the bar.
He got a girl on every arm
and three or four to spare.
Yeah, ain't he neat?
Dressed to kill from head to feet.
The tavern quiets down
people staring disbelief
you got chrome -plated platforms
nine inches high
Batteries in the soul
with neon lights on the side
Pad ding leather jacket
with a picture on the back
It's Marilyn in the nude
with some writing on her ass
that says skinny little boy from Cleveland,
Ohio
He's come to chase your women
and drink your beer
stand aside from the bar
if you haven't come to drink
throw your water in the sink
you give me whiskey in my glass
the bourbon tastes mean but
it sure beats
Listerine to get your breath twice as
clean and high twice as fast
run out of wild turkey
Jack Daniels is fine
keep your gin and tonic
your old rep of wine tequila in
a pinch or even vodkas alright
I got a roaring in my ears
and I got a burnin' in my eyes,
and I'm a skinny little boy
From Cleveland, Ohio,
come to drink your women
And chase your bear
Well, people,
now you know my story,
an d you're aware of my curse
And how this decent model
citizen
was changed by lust and thirst
Take heed of my warning,
you walk the straight and
narrow trail
You shun the gaily painted ladies,
bright lights, and booze as well
You'll be sittin' all alone,
watchin' TV home in bed
Your skin will start to prickle
and your hands will start to sweat
You reach for the bottle
just sure as I stand
You raise it to your lips,
take a drink, and then shazam!
You're a skinny little boy
From Cleveland, Ohio,
you go chasing down the women
And drinking up the beer
Boom, boom, boom, boo -doom