Hey mama... Hey let me check yer oil, alright?

[short bus president]

Spotcheck Billy got down on his hands and knees
He said "Hey mama, Hey let me check your oil all right?"
She said "No, no honey, not tonight
Comeback Monday, comeback Tuesday, then I might."
I said Juanita, my sweet Jaunita, what are you up to?
My Juanita
I said Jaunita, my sweet taquita, what are you up to?
My Juanita

Don't want nobody who won't dive for dimes
Don't want no speedballs 'cause I might die tryin'
Throw me a line, throw me a line
'Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues
I hear you moan, I hear you moan, I hear you moan

Billy got so sad, dejected, put on his hat and start to run
Runnin' down the street yellin' at the top of his lungs
All I want in this life of mine is some good clean fun
All I want in this life and time is some hit and run

I said Juanita, my sweet Jaunita, what are you up to?
My Jaunita
I said Jaunita, my sweet taquita, what are you up to?
My Juanita

Put my money in your meter baby so it won't run down
But you caught me in a squeeze play on the cheesy side of town
Throw me a dime, throw me a line
'Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues
I hear you moan, I hear you moan, I hear you moan

[dbt]

1. Feat! Feat! Feat! Feat!

Feat!

:smoke:
dbt

PS: Feat!

[mac56]

2. I've seen the bright lights of Memphis

And the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a street lamp
I met a Southern belle
Well she took me to the river
Where she cast her spell
And in that Southern moonlight
She sang a song so well

If you'll be my Dixie chicken
I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland

Well we made all the hot spots
My money flowed like wine
Then that low down Southern whiskey
Began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells
Or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk
Of the house at the edge of town
But, boy, do I remember
The strain of her refrain
The nights we spent together
And the way she called my name

Well it's been a year since she ran away
Yes that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
She's always handy with a song

Then one night in the lobby
Of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender
Who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a drink
He began to hum a song
And all the boys there at the bar
Began to sing along

If you'll be my Dixie chicken
I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland

[eyepaddle]

3. UmmmmmmmYYYYEEAAAAAAAAH

(Insert Sam Clayton roar!)

Oh man I love Little Feat! :)

[Orsino]

4. Perhaps the greatest...

...song about tumescence ever recorded. Waiting For Columbus, please; live is best.