Johnny's In Your Pants
when i went to Pamplona
to watch the mad bulls run
you said you'd wait like solitude
with the devotion of a nun
but you danced the sweet fandango
the very night i departed
and lay down with the King of Spades
and left me broken-hearted
i dreamed about you night and day
you were my one and only thought
i held onto your promise of love
but my dreams were all for naught
i even sent you a souvenir
some boots of Spanish leather
did you wear them as you rode that cock
you jockeyed in your all-together?
now i'm no Don Quioxte
no Spanish conquistador
i'm just a fool for believing that like me
you wanted an evermore
i guess you're wondering how i know
you gave in to some bedroom crook
well, honey, you can never hide much of anything
when you live your life on Facebook
Johnny's in your pants
fiddlin' around
some days i can't help but wonder
what Johnny might have found
fiddlin' around
some days i can't help but wonder
what Johnny might have found
when i went to Pamplona
to watch the mad bulls run
you said you'd wait like solitude
with the devotion of a nun
but you danced the sweet fandango
the very night i departed
and lay down with the King of Spades
and left me broken-hearted
Johnny's in your pants
fiddlin' around
some days i can't help but wonder
what Johnny might have found
fiddlin' around
some days i can't help but wonder
what Johnny might have found
i dreamed about you night and day
you were my one and only thought
i held onto your promise of love
but my dreams were all for naught
i even sent you a souvenir
some boots of Spanish leather
did you wear them as you rode that cock
you jockeyed in your all-together?
Johnny's in your pants
fiddlin' around
some days i can't help but wonder
what Johnny might have found
fiddlin' around
some days i can't help but wonder
what Johnny might have found
now i'm no Don Quioxte
no Spanish conquistador
i'm just a fool for believing that like me
you wanted an evermore
i guess you're wondering how i know
you gave in to some bedroom crook
well, honey, you can never hide much of anything
when you live your life on Facebook
Johnny's in your pants
fiddlin' around
some days i can't help but wonder
what Johnny might have found
fiddlin' around
some days i can't help but wonder
what Johnny might have found
Another fine poem, KJ, but the music video is wonderful. Bob Dylan really knows how to put poetry to music. I wonder if you have ever done the same?
ReplyDeleteOh yes, and I am currently writing a song about people who live in a time warp ... it's called "Photo Frames" ...
DeleteI will look forward to hearing it ... :)
DeleteTo my knowledge, it only happened to me twice--with two of them--two out of ten. With the first, we eventually parted company, but not on those grounds. When we separated, it was more of a general separation; it was just time to leave. With the second, it happened and passed, and we stayed together. It was never a big deal nor a point of future contention.
ReplyDeleteIt has to do with the fire down below and even when you feed the kitty and give it all the attention it needs, it will still sometimes stray. However, for whatever reason, I myself never did stray. I almost did, but it never quite happened.
Weren't you tempted to run with the bulls that year, KJ?
~Manfred