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A dusty glass, its whisky gone, sits lonesome on the bar. A cloth, still damp from wiping dregs, the doors that swing ajar; The porch creaks from the rocking chair whose movement's nearly stopped, The last remaining sign of life a ticking cuckoo clock. You look and it would seem that something terrible has been - In houses, jail and general store there's no one to be seen. But gathered in the village square, a hushed excited throng Are waiting for the Wild West's wildest men to come along. The sound of hooves on dusty track sends ripples through the crowd, A coach of peeling royal blue comes rumbling into town. The girls all squeal, the men look black, a single shot is fired; They all draw back for Randy Payne and the Electric Sex Messiah. As if by signal, noise breaks out and life begins once more. The folks resume their daily tasks, the children start their chores. And as night rears its ugly head and shadows cast their gloom, The cowboys enter once again the old Last Chance saloon. As Randy sits beside the bar a smile spreads o'er his face, For he's heard tell that this here town's a mighty pulling place. As if his thoughts connect with hers, the barmaid gives a wink - She moves her hand to rest on his and pours another drink. |
Meanwhile Electric Sex Messiah has plenty on his plate With giggling girls on both his knees, the rest just have to wait. A queue has formed around the block to catch the great man's eye, The prettiest maids from miles around all want to have a try. Their charms exuded all night long, the party just don't end With these two guys the dullest town sees brighter days again. The old folk sit beside the fire and tut as they perceive The frolics of the younger ones, their worries now relieved. As morning comes upon the town, as they hear cockerel crow, Ol' Randy P and Mr D know that they have to go. They tiptoe over sleepy heads that lie upon the floor, They set a-swinging once again the saloon's creaky door. The bar saw swinging other than the open doors last night - A thought which makes the cowboys smile as they set to take flight, As they reboard their ancient coach and ride into the sun; Though broken hearts are left behind their boogie's never done… |