Monthly Archives: August 2003

Fuckin’ Chuck Berry

Yeah ‘n’ I’m doin’ all right in school.
They ain’t said I broke no rule.
I ain’t never been in Dutch.
I don’t browse around too much

Don’t bother me, leave me alone
Anyway I’m almost grown

I don’t run around with no mob.
Got myself a little job
I’m gonna buy me a little car,
Drive my girl in the park

Got my eye on a little girl.
Ah, she’s really out of this world.
When I take her to the dance,
She’s got to talk about romance.

You know I’m still livin’ in town.
But I done married and settled down.
Now I really have a ball
So I don’t browse around at all
– Chuck Berry, 1959

fun

No Money Down
As I was motivatin’
Back in town
I saw a Cadillac sign
Sayin’ “No Money Down”
So I eased on my brakes
And I pulled in the drive
Gunned my motor twice
Then I walked inside
Dealer came to me
Said “Trade in you Ford
And I’ll put you in a car
That’ll eat up the road
Just tell me what you want
And then sign on that line
And I’ll have it brought down to you
In a hour’s time”

I’m gonna get me a car
And I’ll be headed on down the road
Then I won’t have to worry
About that broken – down, ragged Ford

“Well Mister I want a yellow convertible
Four – door de Ville
With a Continental spare
And a wide chrome wheel
I want power steering
And power brakes
I want a powerful motor
With a jet off – take
I want air condition
I want automatic heat
And I want a full Murphy bed
In my back seat
I want short – wave radio
I want TV and a phone
You know I gotta talk to my baby
When I’m ridin’ alone”

Yes I’m gonna get that car
And I’m gonna head on down the road
Yeah, then I won’t have to worry
About that broken – down, ragged Ford

“I want four carburetors
And two straight exhausts
I’m burnin’ aviation fuel
No matter what that cost
I want railroad air horns
And a military spot
And I want a five – year guarantee
On everything I got
I want ten – dollar deductible
I want twenty dollar notes
I want thirty thousand liability”
That’s all she wrote

I got me a car
And I’m headed on down the road
No money down
I don’t have to worry
About that broken – down, ragged Ford

– Chuck Berry