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The Buggs

From the album Geometry

Hey you, got that somethin’……

Seattle had died so I decided to ride south to the Florida sand.
I shed my flannel and bought a Wrangler, gonna start another band.
My new chick and me, her name’s Britney, with some new pants that hugged her hips
We were quite a pair, the wind in our hair, blowing through my blonde-dyed tips.

We were makin’ hot sound on our way to O-town. It was ninety-eight degrees.
We were in synch with the back streets. Takin’ this trip in ease.

Like some Bay City Rollers on a Dexie Midnight Run,
a Molly Hatchet in the trunk,
this Big Country flying by,
like Wild Cherry,
or some other punk’s funk.

We stopped off at a record shop in little Springfield MO.
Britney wanted Dre , but I couldn’t really say what I was looking for.
Yo, Brit! This is it! Four fab lads from Liverpool.
Hair combed forward, looking toward the dawn of the Age of Cool.

Dressed in black, half-lit from the back. These dudes, they were the guys.
Only three bucks. What luck. This relic from ’65. Quite the prize.

Like some Bay City Rollers on a Partridge Family Run,
Vanilli Ice in the trunk
This Big Country flyin’ by
like Wild Cherry
Or some other punk’s funk

I bought a needle for my new “Beetles,” before I realized I got taken.
These aren’t the four who opened the door? You mean these guys are fakin’?
Man, what a scam, these guys were a sham. They weren't the Beatles, they were the Buggs
Hopin' they’d be hot. Obviously not. Britney just shrugged.

Just a cheap knockoff of the real Moptops, singin’ “I wanna hold your hand.”
Chosen Posers. Frozen Hosers. The first fake boy band.

They were Bay City Rollers on a New Kid Block run,
they had Menudo in the trunk
This Big Country was flyin’ by
like Wild Cherry
Or some other punk’s funk

"Get in let’s go, my phat fly bro," Britney called from the Jeep.
I looked at her and wasn’t sure how I ever got so cheap.
I left her there and grew my hair, bought a farm out past Halfway.
It grows mostly weeds, but that’s all I need. I go to town on Saturday.

I’m done with trends. I met my end between Microsoft and Disney.
Little Springfield MO is where this bro had an epiphany.
Still every once in a while I can’t hide my smile when I think about my Britney
and I pull out the Go-Gos and play it for the hobos by the fence near the old oak tree.

(We got the beat – we got the beat – we got the beat)

We’re all just Bay City Rollers on a Dexie Midnight Run,
a Molly Hatchet in the trunk,
this Big Country is flying by,
like Wild Cherry,
or some other punk’s funk.

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