The Pop-corn Blues

This was a song that I penned in the store room of JC Harpers on the High Street in Port Sunlight. They were a gentlemen"s clothes store that stocked threads and silks from all over the world catering for shapes large to small. I had just been dumped by a Eva Honz, a shop-floor worker from the local bakery, after just one night of dating...

(To a Deep Blues tune)

You looked good to eat

And I was keen to dance

You suggested cinemas

And took my chance

We rolled up to the screen

Carrying popcorn and coke

A kernel went down the wrong way

And, hell, I started to choke

[CHORUS]

Baby, you"re a hard hard lady

Give a man a break

Mmm mmm mmm

Baby, you"re a hard hard lady

Give a man a break

Mmm mmm mmm

I popped the bottom of the corn

And loosened my fly

I was comfortably in control

I felt fine and you"d find out why...

You were dipping your hand

I was wriggling in my seat

You eyes opened wide baby

In the popcorn you found some meat.

[CHORUS]

Baby, you"re a hard hard lady

Give a man a break

Mmm mmm mmm

Baby, you"re a hard hard lady

Give a man a break

Mmm mmm mmm

Well you just wouldn"t let go

I thought I"d like it, but I was wrong

I could see hate behind your eyes

And now I"m singing you this song

It was when you started to twist

And you started to squeeze

I could see some blood

As I fell onto my knees

[CHORUS]

Baby, you"re a hard hard lady

Give a man a break

Mmm mmm mmm

Baby, you"re a hard hard lady

Give a man a break

Mmm mmm mmm