my occasional musings on life, love, art, perfume ... what else is there?

6.08.2006

One of the best things that happened to me during my internship was Lisa, the 24 year old assistant in the department. I love Lisa. I miss her. Why?

Looking at Lisa, with her bootcut jeans and Converse low-tops, her beautiful mass of blond "fly your freak flag free" hair, her empire-waist tops and her Go To Hell under-her-breath attitude was a wonderful memory of ME! Live long enough and you'll get to see yourself young again!

Lisa, you don't know this blogsite addy, but this post's for you, honey! (Lisa absolutely understands parties in smokefilled basements.)

Want some whiskey in your water?
Sugar in your tea?
What's all these crazy questions they askin' me?
This is the craziest party there could ever be
Don't turn on the lights, 'cause I don't want to see

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain't the way to have fun, no

Open up the window
Let some air into this room
I think I'm almost chokin'
From the smell of stale perfume

And that cigarette you're smoking
'Bout scared me half to death
Open up the window, sucker
Let me catch my breath

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said, that ain't the way to have fun, son
That ain't the way to have fun

The radio is blastin'
Someone's knocking at the door
I'm lookin' at my girlfriend
She's passed out on the floor

I seen so many thingsI ain't never seen before
Don't know what it is
I don't wanna see no more

Mama told me, mama told me, mama told me
Told me, told me
That ain't no way to have fun, whoah, yeah yeah
Mama told me not to come

Mama, mama, mama told me
That ain't no way to have fun
That ain't the way to have fun, no

That ain't the way to have fun

1 Comments:

Blogger puppytoes said...

Three Dog Night! lovelovelove them! ah... this song reminds me of my college days/wayward youth. sigh... thanks for this very pleasant musical trip down "memory lane"!

lucky lisa... someday maybe you should share this with her! xoxo

8:25 PM

 

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