Night of the Living Rednecks

Ray's guitar broke. no, we won't play rawhide, won't play anything. we'll play the theme from the dinah shore show. who wants to be dinah shore? who's alter-ego is dinah shore? oh, his fists did
O up so quickly this time. yawn...yawn..yawn. put those headphones on, it's be-bop time.
I want to tell you a story about the last time i was in portland. the night before we played at the long goodbye. i was walking on the street about 10：30 at night. a lot of people go to bed arou
Re at 10：30 at night. and well, i was walking along when suddenly these jocks in this bright blue pickup drove up. it had kc lights, tractor tires, everything but the cb. it was a life-size hot
S car for some dumb rich kid, right. well, they drove up to me and they yelled what dumb rich kids usually yell, "hey, ************," and showered me with some water.
So, i stood there thinking, what a bunch of ********s and picked up a rock. now, i waited, walked down about a block to where the kentucky fried chicken is, on burnside, and sure enough they dro
Ound again. they said, "hey, ************, where's the nearest mcdonald's?" i said, "i don't know" and they squirted me again. so i threw the rock and put a nice-size dent in their
T hot wheels car.
They screached to a halt in the parking lot of some depar******ent store, who's name i don't remember, it's up the street from fred meyer, and they got out their clubs and they ran after me, yelling
Ot;we're gonna kill you, you god damn ************, we're gonna kill you, you mother******." so i got in a phonebooth by the kentucky fried chicken on burnside, held my legs straight out like thi
They couldn't open the door to the phonebooth.
So they began charging the phonebooth, beating on it with their club, yelling, "we're gonna kill you, you mother******, we're gonna kill you, you god damn ************." i just looked at the
, there was a crowd gathering by this time and these kids were standing nearby and they said, "oh, look at him, he's insane." i thought, ah-hah, here's my way out. i yelled at them, &q
Ake me to a mental hospital right away. i wanna be be put away. please put me away, c'mon, call the cops and put me away. please put me away now." they said, "alright, ************, we're ca
The police."
So they called the police. the cop comes out and i go, ah, my savior, i'm away from these jocks. he opens up the door, "get out of there, you," throws me up against the car, frisks me,
Es me in the back. then he goes over to the jocks, "now what happened here? it looks like we're going have to take him to jail but we got to have the full story first" so the jocks, wh
An ace in the hole, ace in the hole [take down on the bass, a little bit down on the bass. yeah], ace in the hole, and they go, "well, goddammit, the mother****** put a dent in my truck, a
0 truck, right, so i got my club, i went out and i wanted to kill him.
I want to kill him. let me kill him, goddammit. let me kill him." so the cop made them go home, and he drove me home, and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence. and i th
, so this is oregon, huh? tolerent oregon?
Ray, are you done with your guitar yet? he isn't done yet. so what else do you want to hear, i'm out of stories. that's a true story, too. just ask bruce loose.