Noirsville Tune of the Week

Ry Cooder - Crazy About an Automobile

Crazy About an Automobile

[Intro: Ry Cooder, Bobby King]

Man, I'm gonna tell you my story

Go on and tell about it, go on and tell about it more

Just what I've been doing

What you've been doing, Ry?

Well, you know I used to be particular about the womens that I picked

Uh huh

Yeah, they used to be tender, lean and tall, that's all

But the way things has been going, I'll take 'em knock-kneed and bow-legged

What?

I'll even take 'em bald!

Ah no, man

I'll tell you why

Please, tell me why!

[Chorus: Ry Cooder]

Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile

Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile

And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels

Hey-hey, every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile

Oh, every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile

And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels

[Verse 1: Ry Cooder]

Now look it here!

They say, walking women home is a thing of the past

Women wants to ride and ride around in class

Some like Cadillacs, boys, some like Fords

And some like anything as long as it rolls

[Chorus: Ry Cooder]

Crazy 'bout an automobile, alright

And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus: Ry Cooder]

Well, every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile

Every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile

And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels

[Verse 2: Ry Cooder]

One more thing I wanna tell you

Said, riding and loving just can't be beat

You and your woman in your own front seat

Now, she can play with your keys, shift your gears

Turn on your radio just loud enough to hear

Now, she can turn up your heat and flip on your fan

And then you start rolling just as fast as you can

[Chorus: Ry Cooder]

Crazy 'bout an automobile, alright

And just here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels

Every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile

Here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels

[Outro: Ry Cooder]

Man, when I get some money I just got to get me some kind of automobile

You don't seem like the women in this town just don't pay no attention to ya 'less you're driving, man

Hey, look at that big, fine Buick over there

Oh, I like that one

Hey now, looks like somebody left the keys in it

Oh, let's take a ride

Ooh, nothing but rubber heels

 

Noirsville Tune of the Week

Noir Claymation 

"My Baby Just Cares For Me"

Nina Simone

 

My baby don't care for shows

My baby don't care for clothes

My baby just cares for me

My baby don't care for cars and races

My baby don't care for high-tone places

Liz Taylor is not his style

And even Lana Turner's smile

Is somethin' he can't see

My baby don't care who knows

My baby just cares for me

Baby, my baby don't care for shows

And he don't even care for clothes

He cares for me

My baby don't care

For cars and races

Baby don't care for

He don't care for high-tone places

Liz Taylor is not his style

And even Liberace's smile

Is something he can't see

Is something he can't see

I wonder what's wrong with baby

My baby just cares for

My baby just cares for

My baby just cares for me