Didn’t I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?
We were eating eggs in Sammy’s when the black man there drew his knife.
You drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt,
You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all called “***Kurt.” ***
“Memo From Turner,” by the Rolling Stones
Twofer on the same subject
Call my baby Lollipop
Tell you why
'Cause he’s sweeter than an apple pie
And when he does’nt shake he rock and dance
Man I haven’t got a chance.
and
*My boy *Lollipop **
You make my heart go giddy-up
You are as sweet as candy
You’re my sugar dandy
Oh, oh my boy Lollipop
Bang! Bang! Maxwell’s silver hammer
came down upon her head
Now Nellie went to town one day
a ridin’ on a bale o’hay
– Porter Wagoner, Barefoot Nellie
Episodes and parallels
And don’t you want the invitation
Big bright accent, catty smile
Oscar Wilde confrontation
The noises in his head kept him wired and awake
As he savored events of his last lucky break
He said set 'em Paco and I’ll knock 'em back down
When my glass is half empty, pour another round
- “As Far As The Mind Can See”, Spock’s Beard
San Quentin, you’ve been living hell to me
Ronnie Biggs was doing time, until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he’s sold his soul for punk
There’s this girl that’s been on my mind / All the time, **Sussudio **oh oh
“Toilet Tisha, damn we miss ya”
- Outkast, ‘Toilet Tisha’
Dr. Wizzy: If only Lieutenant Uhuhu was here. She wouldn’t say “Oooh.”
- “My Legs”, IQ (seriously stretching the definition of “song”)
I hear ringing in the air
So I answer the phone
A voice comes over clear
Say, is Vic there ?
Hey hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song
About a funny old world that’s coming along
– Bob Dylan, Song To Woody