i like your twisted point of view
mike
i like your questioning eyebrows
you've made it pretty clear what you like
it's only fair to tell you now
that i leave early in the morning
and i won't be back till next year
i see that kiss-me pucker forming
but maybe you should plug it with a beer
cause
papa was a rodeo - mama was a rock'n'roll band
i could play guitar and rope a steer before i learned to stand
home was anywhere with diesel gas - love was a trucker's hand
never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
before you kiss me you should know
papa was a rodeo
the light reflecting off the mirror ball
looks like a thousand swirling eyes
they make me think i shouldn't be here at all
you know
every minute someone dies
what are we doing in this dive bar
how can you live in a place like this
why don't you just get into my car
and i'll take you away i'll take that kiss now
but
papa was a rodeo. and now it's 55 years later
we've had the romance of the century
after all these years wrestling gators
i still feel like crying when i think of what you said to me
papa was a rodeo. before you kiss me you should know - papa was a rodeo
what a coincidence
your papa was a rodeo too