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This is an old song that I transferred from tape. It's me playing the guitar (I never got any good) and singing. I wrote this originally with a guy named Stuart Franncone, a friend from college.
I decided against 'fancying' it up on GarageBand, and just kept it as an acoustic with vocals, as it was on the original cassette tape.
I decided against 'fancying' it up on GarageBand, and just kept it as an acoustic with vocals, as it was on the original cassette tape.
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Lyrics
There was a gang of kids comin' down the street
Said I shoulda hid, 'cause I looked too neat
They gonna mess me up, and hose me down
Said, "C'mon pup, shouldn't be messin' roun'"
Said, "C'mon pup, shouldn't be messin' roun'"
Humiliation soon set in
Hmm... frustration, I can't get in
No licks, no kicks, no messin' 'roun'
No licks, no kicks, no messin' 'roun'
No licks. No kicks. And there ain't no messin' 'roun'
Well, the 5&10 looked pretty good
'cause I had a yen to liquidate the hoods
I took my quarters and dimes to weaponry
Took plenty of time, then I found Betsy
Took plenty of time, then I found Betsy
[Joanna desperately tries to play guitar]
Got a water pistol named Betsy
Gonna get them guys all over wetsy
I will douse the louses without messin' roun'
I'll douse the louses 'thout messin' roun'
I'll douse each louse, douse the louses 'thout messin' around
They were feelin' proud of their dirty deed
A cleaner crowd there would never be
'Cause I let go with a deafening squirt
Betsy sure did know how to clean up that dirt
Yeah, Betsy did know how to clean up dirt
American gang, how do you do?
Singin' the wet, white and blues
Here's mud in your eye, you're gonna die of terminal Betsy
Mud in your eye. You're gonna gonna die. Of terminal Betsy.






























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now this is a song that deserves a video. grrrrl power