Namaste to You Pendejo
It’s beyond me why God made Pendejos
Guess even she makes mistakes
And why so dag-blaned many
When just one is all that it takes?
I’m trying to love all God’s children
Although they drive me insane
So Namaste to you Pendejos
Jesus loves you shit fer brains
Well it’s right there in the good book
And the Buddha he said it too,
“Be nice to all them pendejos
they ain’t no dumber than you”
So I’m trying to love all God’s children
Although they drive me insane
So Namaste to you pendejos
Jesus loves you shit fer brains
It was just another motel morning
The bible lay next to my head
My guitar was cryin’ and to keep from dyin’
I crawled back to that bar room again
That bartender was a natural born shitwit
Didn’t know tonic from gin
Just to be clear I ordered two beers
And a bottle of Jack’s medicine
Now I’m drinking to all of God’s children
So I may be among them she saves
So Namaste to you pendejos
Jesus loves you shit fer brains
Do you think you can save my ass Jesus?
Buddha enlighten me please
I’ve looked east, west, north, and south
I’ve searched inside and out
Lord one thing seems crystal clear
We need no more pendejos down here
Can’t you keep them up in heaven Lord, or Give ‘em some wings?
Let them fly around and crash into things
…or just send them downstairs
Oh Lord, please hear my prayers
I was sinking to the bottom of the bottle
This angelic form without content appeared on the stool next to mine
She said, “The moon is in Venus, and I want your autograph”
Then she put her hand in mine
Sometimes aiming to do the right thing
Is like aiming to turn water to wine
I take aim but I miss, it goes something like this
I can turn beer into piss
But I’m trying to love all God’s children
So I may be among them she saves
So Namaste to me pendejo
Jesus loves me shit fer brains
Namaste to all us pendejos
Jesus loves all shit fer brains
Though it’s hard to believe
Namaste to all us pendejos
Jesus loves all shit fer brains
If The Singer is Female:
I was sinken’ to the bottom of the bottle
This angelic form devoid of content appeared on the stool beside mine
He was too young to even be in a bar room
A young buck so handsome and fine
He whispered that he’d just got new tires
And why don’t we blow this pop stand?
I had to give him an A+ for huevos
Plus I knew the ride would be grand!
Sometimes aiming to do the right thing…
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Keep the Change
Every morning I’m a fugitive
Sun comes up and tracks me down
The last thing I need first thing
Is to go another round
I’ve saved up all my “I don’t cares”
Now you might think it strange
I don’t care’s my currency
And you can keep the change
Everyday it’s the same thing
Gaggles, herds, and flocks
Jingle-brains and gooflings
Boss-men with little/tiny clocks
I might could suggest what they all can do
I just can’t say it on the radi-oo
I saved up all my “I don’t cares”
Now you might think it strange
I don’t care’s my currency
And you can keep the change
Now Grandpa’s gone and joined Al-Qaida
Grandma’s doing porn
The kids are all oblivious
Living in their phones
I might could say what they all can do
I just can’t say it on the radi-oo
I saved up all my “I don’t cares”
Now you might think it strange
I don’t care’s my currency
And you can keep the change
All day I’m a monkey
Pulling rabbits out of hats
Evenings I’m a cowgirl
Wranglin’ polecats down a psycho-path
I might could suggest what they all can do
I just can’t say it on the radi-oo
I saved up all my “I don’t cares”
Got me an armored truck
Drove them over to the bank
They grew into “I don’t give a fuck!”
Keep the change
Keep the change
I saved up for a rainy day
Got “I don’t cares” to give away
One for them and two for you
And a thousand more for every who
Keep the change
Keep the change
I saved up all my “I don’t cares”
Now you might think it strange
I don’t care’s my currency
And you can keep the change
Keep the change