Bottom's up, #3. MitchHobo Jungle
Jon, thanks for buying all those drinks last night when I wasn't at Gomers.
Sorry Tramp. Dennis tipped me off.
Pete, that drawing did look pretty sharp with that lantern in front of it. Now I know why!!!!! Nice Tramp!!
Dennis, Your daughter? WOW!!!!!!! WOW!!!!! WOW!!!! (you own a lot of shotguns, don't you.)
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Running that red block Charlie.
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San Diegan
Well, looket thet. Gomer put in a jukebox. I've got some change...
San begins weeping...
When a man loves a woman
Can't keep his mind on nothin' else
He'd trade the world
For a good thing he's found
If she is bad, he can't see it
She can do no wrong
Turn his back on his best friend If he puts her down
When a man loves a woman
Spend his very last dime
Trying to hold on to what he needs
He'd give up all his comforts
And sleep out in the rain
If she said that's the way
It ought to be
When a man loves a woman
I give you everything I've got (yeah)
Trying to hold on
To your precious love
Baby please don't treat me bad
When a man loves a woman
Deep down in his soul
She can bring him such misery
If she is playing him for a fool
He's the last one to know
Loving eyes can never see
Yes when a man loves a woman
I know exactly how he feels
'Cause baby, baby, baby
I am a man
When a man loves a woman
San begins weeping...
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San Diegan
San finds some change from the last round. More coins hit the slot. There's a driving beat. San starts to perk up.
That's D's as fine a woman as can be, Jon, but I wonder if he remembers the horizontal axis washing machine?
San, staring straight ahead...
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c'mon
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Drive thru your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your blues, ohh, yeah
I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman...
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone
Motel Money Murder Madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Got to keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'
Gone risin', risin'
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Woah, ohh yeah
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c'mon
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, your my woman
Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
L.A. Woman c'mon
That's D's as fine a woman as can be, Jon, but I wonder if he remembers the horizontal axis washing machine?
San, staring straight ahead...
"San, that you lurking in the shadow of the booth?" Tramp taps the bar. "Set everyone up, Gomer."
Seems like our flames have much work to do.
Seems like our flames have much work to do.
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