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| THE LOOMER |
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| I am the Loomer, and I Loom up in the sky. I ain't got me no money, women, or wine. I just play my guitar, and sit up in the Loom. This is the story called the Loomer Blues. Well I used to be happy, cuz I had lots of cash. Green Buds to burn, and sometimes even Hash. I would drive around town, hoping I could score. But then one day I couldn't find it any more. So I spent all of my money, and I moved back home. I smoked all of my Weed, so that I could Loom alone. Now I'm spending my time up here in the Loom. Everything is so much different, now that I am Few. I ain't got me no money, I can't buy no dope I ain't got no friends and I've lost all hope. I ain't got me no women, I can't get high These are the days of the Loomers life. |
| Well it didn't take long for me to feel alone. There comes a time for us all when we must leave home. And for the Loomer, that time has come and gone. that is the real reason for which I wrote this song. There is time for everything, including getting Few I still will make the time to be Few in the Loom. But now that I'm older I understand the reasons why. I can't be Looming all day, and getting Few all night Sometimes I sit and wonder why I ever chose to Loom. And thats when I remember that I used to be so Few. I will always be The Loomer as long as I'm alive. And I will always be getting Few until the day I die. I ain't got no reasons why I shouldn't get Few I am still the Loomer with or without a Loom I Don't need your approval if I want to get high I am the Loomer, and this is the Loomers life. |