Tag Archives: Lyle Lovett

07.29.02
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There’s a reason I sing

There’s a reason I sing in private. It’s to your left. What the heck is that? ’tis a thin line between heartfelt singing and a trip to the restroom. I may have crossed it by the looks of it. That said, I’ve got to go make dinner for the boys (and girl) tonight for WWE Raw, and since that will leave no time for a real post, I leave you this song. Not to be confused with last week’s Bears:

I don’t go for fancy cars
For diamond rings
Or movie stars
I go for penguins
Oh Lord I go for penguins
Throw your money out the door
We’ll just sit around
And watch it snow
I go for penguins
Oh Lord I go for penguins
Penguins are so sensitive
Penguins are so sensitive
Penguins are so sensitive
To my needs

Cheers,
Rick Jessup

07.17.02
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Some folks say there


Some folks say there ain’t no bears in Arkansas
Some folks never seen a bear at all
Some folks say that bears go around eating babies raw
Some folks got a bear across the hall
Some folks say that bears go around smelling bad
Others say that a bear is honey sweet
Some folks say this bear’s the best I ever had
Some folks got a bear beneath their feet
Some folks drive the bears out of the wilderness
Some to see a bear would pay a fee
Me I just bear up to bewildered best
And some folks even see the bear in me
So meet a bear and take him out to lunch with you
And even though your friends may stop and stare
Just remember that’s a bear there in the bunch with you
And they just don’t come no better than a bear

Cheers,
Rick Jessup