ARMADILLO DREMIN'
 
Marcus Hummon
 
Well, I wrote me a corny hit country song
I pierced my ears, I grew my hair real long
And I took the governor's daughter out for a spin...
We were crusin’ around sippin’ mellow yellow
We pick up a hitch hiking armadillo
And he said, “Mr., can you tell me what state I'm in?”
I said, “you're short and you’re grey and you’re stuck in a shell
And your complexion's bad, but hey, what the hell”
And he said, “no you fool... what state of the Union?”
“Well, this is Texas, son, it’s the Longhorn state
And this here is my companion, Kate,
And we are headed down to the gulf to take a swim”

CHORUS
Well, I gave at the office
And I gave at the church
And when someone asks me
Off my back comes my shirt
I've been paintin’ by numbers
I've been squeaky clean
And I think I'm entitled to be armadillo dreamin'
Armadillo...

Well we dropped off Mr. ‘Dillo in Corpus Christi
And I smelled his perfume as he reached over to kiss me goodbye
I said, my God Kate, that he's a she
Yeah, well life will throw you a curve like that
And you just gotta stand in there with your broken bat
And hit as much of the ball as you can see...
Mmmm, call it democracy, or diversity
Call it a curiosity, call it perversity
We left Kate at a Greyhound station
And we headed south to the Tropic of Cancer
To engage in our illegal, illicit romance
A, a homoreptilian relationship

REPEAT CHORUS

Now it is true our love was a movable feast
But in the end, it came down to what you eat
She wanted bugs, and I wanted beef
So in the end we went our separate ways
And though I know I’ll see her crossing life’s highways
I refuse to admit it was a mistake

REPEAT CHORUS
 
 

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