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Lookin' Out My Front Door
(To the tune of Creedence's Lookin' Out My Back Door)
Performed at the Flushies, April 1, 2001
This song was sent to us anonymously by one of Elden's neighbors
following the Losers In Laurel gathering there in 1998
Just got back from Turkestan, via Minsk and Isle of Man,
No place to park, don't remember that before.
Irritation grips me, sudden racket flips me,
Doo doo doo, lookin' out my front door.
There's a fellow carving cheesewheels, a lawyer wearin' high heels,
What's with all the scruffy Losers parkin' on my lawn?
How'm I gonna take it, some guy named Steve's buck naked,
Ugly, too, peerin' in my front door.
Characters from Herndon are setting up a band,
Bet they haven't got no permit again (what to do)
Terrible cacoph'nies, worse than Laurel Symph'ny's,
Lyrics, too, blastin' through my front door.
INSTRUMENTAL VERSE FOR DOBRO OR,
IN THE EVENT OF EMERGENCY, HARMONICA
Libertines and termagants are sitting in the street,
And one of 'em's got all the Carnahans' spoons (china, too)
Police report tomorrow, today a gun to borrow
When I do, aim it out that front door.
Leavin' soon for Olivet, lock the front door, you bet,
What with all the sleepy Losers snoozin' on the lawn.
Guess they're really harmless, kinda cute but charmless,
Doo doo doo, lookin' out my front door.
Characters from Herndon are setting up a band,
Bet they haven't got no permit again (what to do)
Terrible cacoph'nies, worse than Laurel Symph'ny's,
Lyrics, too, blastin' through my front door.
doot doot doot lookin out my back door.
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