One Of Those Days

Today is one those days when I just don't feel like thinking...I have about 300 of those a year, incidentally. On those days what I like to do is listen to great music and let my poor oul brain put its feet up. Wanna join me?

Here's a fella we'll all be seeing at Irish Fest in just 99 days.

Mundy, live with "July." And here are the lyrics, so you can sing along when you're in that crowd Labor Day weekend.

July please,
I'm on my knees,
The smell of your fresh cut grass,
Your blue sky grins
For all its sins
Look another gorgeous Levi ass
July people come and go
It looks like another perfect day
Just to see your striptease show
July please try your best to stay
And a mongrel begins to bark
At a wino in the park
and his owner doesn't care
'cause he really isn't there… 

CHORUS: Oh! My my my, oh! My my my, oh! my my my my July

July, fizz bombs in my mouth,
Babarama everywhere,
I can't lie on my pocket trout
So I sit back in the easy chair
And a woman of middle age
Licks and thumbs another page
Then she brushes off the dirt
From her greyhound skirt
(and all the boys go)

CHORUS

And a baby sucks its thumb
To the sound of a steel drum
And fountain water gush
Through the thick bull rush (everybody)

 CHORUS