Mellencamp ? (Yeah, I know, but this is bugging me)
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HockeyParrotHead
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Mellencamp ? (Yeah, I know, but this is bugging me)
Anyone know what in the heck "Key West Intermezzo" has to do with Key West? Entertainer played it tonight and he didn't have a clue....maybe someone here does?
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"My own favorite island-inspired tune happens to be a little ditty by John Mellencamp: “Key West Intermezzo (I Saw You First),” a story-song about Gypsy Scotty and other piratical characters carousing in the bone-colored dawn."
http://www.hemingwaysociety.org/key_west_primer.htm
In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners
At the Hotel Flamingo, wearin black market shoes
This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon
No one wants to be lonely, no one wants to sing the blues
She's perched like a parrot on his tuxedo shoulder
Christ, what's she doing with him she could be dancing with me
She stirs the ice in her glass with her elegant finger
I want to be what she's drinking, yeah I just want to be
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In the bone colored dawn, me and Gypsy Scotty are singin'
The radio is playin, she left her shoes out in the back
He tells me a story about some girl he knows in Kentucky
He just made that story up, there ain't no girl like that
Thank you google...and yep...I'm kinda bored too...
http://www.hemingwaysociety.org/key_west_primer.htm
In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners
At the Hotel Flamingo, wearin black market shoes
This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon
No one wants to be lonely, no one wants to sing the blues
She's perched like a parrot on his tuxedo shoulder
Christ, what's she doing with him she could be dancing with me
She stirs the ice in her glass with her elegant finger
I want to be what she's drinking, yeah I just want to be
.
.
.
.
In the bone colored dawn, me and Gypsy Scotty are singin'
The radio is playin, she left her shoes out in the back
He tells me a story about some girl he knows in Kentucky
He just made that story up, there ain't no girl like that
Thank you google...and yep...I'm kinda bored too...
