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Wanda,
I've met Parrotheads from as far away as Alaska; I think they were in
denial about Alaskan winters!
On 6/20/07, Wanda Williams <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> http://listserv.icors.org/SCRIPTS/WA-ICORS.EXE?SUBED1=c-palsy
> You'll have to forgive me - I'm grouchy today! "My head aches, my
> feet stink and I don't love Jesus..." (cheers to anyone who can name
> that tune!)
>
> Kat
>
> Whadaya know, Buffet-heads outside of Texas!
> Wanda
>
> My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, and I Don't Love Jesus
> By: jimmy buffett
> 1975
> Chorus:
> My head hurts, my feet stink, and I dont love jesus (oh my lordy its that...)
> Its that kind of mornin
> Really was that kind of night
> Tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin
> And if I dont die by thursday Ill be roarin friday night
>
> Went down to the snake pit
> To drink a little beer
> Listen to the jukebox
> Merle was comin in clear
>
> All of a sudden I wadn alone
> Pickin country music with ol joe bones
> Duval street was rockin
> My eyes they starting poppin
>
> Because there she sat at the corner of the bar
> As I broke another string on my ol guitar
> Someone call a cab
> Lady wontcha pay my tab
>
> Chorus:
> And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I dont love jesus
> (oh my lordy its that...)
> Its that kinda mornin
> Really was that kinda night
> Tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin
> And if I dont die by thursday Ill be roarin friday night
>
> Gotta get a little orange juice
> And a darvon for my head
> I cant spend all day
> Baby layin in the bed
>
> Im goin down to faustos get some chocolate milk
> Cant spend my life in yer sheets of silk
> Ive got to find my way
> Crawl out and greet the day
>
> Chorus:
> But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I dont love jesus
> (oh my lordy its that...)
> Its that kinda mornin
> Really was that kinda night
> Tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin
> And if I dont die by thursday Ill be roarin friday night
>
> Let me tell ya, I be roarin friday night
> I mean Ill be
> Roarin
> Friday
> Night
>
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--
Kendall
An unreasonable man (but my wife says that's redundant!)
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one
persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all
progress depends on the unreasonable man.
-George Bernard Shaw 1856-1950
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