down the freeway, adjust the cruisin' power
state-trooper clocked me at 90 miles an hour.
must have been some other Buddy,
first of all, it wasn't me who wrote this column
in LA and the Exotic boyz, pranksters
that they are, thought it would be funny to
have someone else write the column since I didn't
email it like I promised. So all that was written,
was not written by me.
who really knows me could tell it wasn't my
clear up some misconceptions from last month:
doesn't beat women (anymore) ...
doesn't blow guys in public (often)...
who work at Dante's don't all need penicillin
(except maybe Gator)...
I still adore Darklady and Gary Aker...
like I would ever drive my Alfa Romeo all the
Hell no, while I was down there, I was rollin'
in a giant, metallic black 2004 Chevrolet
Blazer. All the better to run over any Portland-jackshack-owner-cum-Hollywood-nightclub-owner
who is so busy stealing ideas from me that
they can't pay their bills back home...
before I spend another evening with martinis
and Sin-ahhhhtra... Then rub cucumbers and
Good-N-Plentys all over my crotch and log
onto Friendster... I just wanted to set the
as much as I enjoy a beautiful pair of breasts
just as much as any other guy, everyone knows
I'm an ass-man...
met a German girl in England who was going
to school in France.
we'd get to Mississippi
no babe, it wasn't me.
it must have been some other Buddy,
no child, it wasn't me."
Berry / George Thorogood & The Delaware