Mister In Morgantown

 

Go on an' hand 'em to me good buddy o' mine

We're cruisin' with the blues an' the cufflinks shinin'

Turn loose o' yo' belt an' pull into my face

Hard up the elevator to the perculator place

 

Go on an' pace yourself slammin' everybody else'

One eye watchin' always one cigarette left

Hingin' on the door you can find myself

Slung up tight as a tick on a mongrel in Morgantown

 

            I'm sorry, thank you

            Yes sir, It's mister in Morgantown

 

Same ol' tales about squeelin' and bleedin'

Blame some man starin' atcha in the TV

I got locked up brakes in a system overheatin'

Drivin' too fast off a road o' good reason

 

            I'm sorry, thank

            Yes sir, It's mister in Morgantown

 

                        Welcome to Morgantown my friends

                        The population's agravatin' plenty 'round here

                        Straighten yo' jacket look down an' whisper

                        Yes sir, it's mister in Morgantown

 

Now lemme use the phone I know a funny talkin' man

He digs in the woods for food an' gonna cover me good

I know a party downtown an' I don't need no jacket

Turn loose o' the blues an' the cufflinks shinin'

 

            But no I'm sorry, thank you

            Yes sir, it's mister in Morgantown

 

Straighten yo' jacket look down an' whisper

Yes sir, it's mister in Morgantown

 

            I'm sorry, thank you

            Yes sir, it's mister in Morgantown

 

 

                                                                                    Malcolm Holcombe

                                                                                    © l993, Purple Girl Music/BMI