ARMADILLOS IN MOURNING
As Featured at AmIRight.comParody of George Strait’s “Amarillo By Morning”
Lyrics by Dave Roberts*
Recorded by Dave Roberts
(Voice, guitar, drums, Martini's, no sleep, too much time on his hands, too much sun)*Meaning no disrespect to Mr. Terry Stafford, may you rest in peace...we miss you. But then you had that "Suspicion".
Version 1: Raw
Version 2: Strings, etc
Armadillos in mourning, their best friend’s in the road,
Tried to race `cross the freeway, got nailed by a speeding Ford,
Didn’t have a clue
His brains are stuck like glue
To the tread of a Firestone…
Armadillos in mourning,
Armadillos all alone…
They left his carcass by roadside,
A shell of his former self…
Missin’ his brains and some of his hide,
His innards startin’ to melt…
It’s as hot as hell
And he’s beginning to smell,
Turkey vultures are swoopin' in…
Armadillos in mourning
Armadillos missin’ him…
Baby Dillos are cryin’
Daddy’s lookin’ pretty gross.
Can’t tell his head from his hind end,
Nothing to grill, sauté, or roast…
He doesn’t have a head
He's in a pool of red,
It’s a disgusting sight to see…
Armadillos in mourning,
Armadillos set him free…
(REPEAT)
© 2003 Dave Roberts