BROTHERHOOD OF THE POINTY TOES

FOR SOUBRIQUET ON HIS BIRTHDAY

Well, when you're down on your luck,

and you ain't got a buck,

in London you're a goner.

Even London Bridge has fallen down,

and moved to Arizona,

now I know why.

And I'll substantiate the rumor

that the English sense of humor

is drier than the Texas sand.

You can put up your dukes,

and you can bet your boots,

that I'm leavin' just as fast as I can.

I wanna go home with the armadillo.
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene.
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen.

Well it's cold over here, and I swear,

I wish they'd turn the heat on.

And where in the world is that English girl,

I promised I would meet on the third floor.

And of the whole damn lot, the only friend I got,

is a smoke and a cheap guitar.

My mind keeps roamin',

my heart keeps longin' to be home in a Texas bar.

I wanna go home with the armadillo.
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene.
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen.

Well, I decided that, I'd get my cowboy hat

and go down to Marble Arch Station.

Cause when a Texan fancies he'll take his chances,

chances will be takin, now that's for sure.

And them Limey eyes, they were eyein' a prize,

that some people call manly footwear.

And they said you're from down South,

and when you open your mouth,

you always seem to put your foot there.

I wanna go home with the armadillo.
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene.
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen.

"london homesick blues" by gary p. nunn

Frank Lucchese out of El Paso makes one of the finest boots in the world and Soubriquet will need a Pair cuz after we wear out our share of the Sisters, we will be going to the North Side of Fort Worth to a little Honky-Tonk name of Filthy McNasty's and start in on a coupla few cousins I know.

Then we can head over to the White Elephant Saloon to ride the Mechanical Bull and wrestle the Bear.

We can then call him "True Grit in the Gears".

Between Soubriquets Chivalrous nature and youthful good looks, together with my ability to put my foot in my mouth in the most charming fashion, we just might have us a time!

Hold it...I was sposed to be talkin' about the boots I got for Souby...they are Hand Made from Caiman Crocodile with 'Parched Wheat" Uppers. These are not for shit-kickin or doin' the "Cotton Eyed Joe"....these are for Steak and Candlelite and a nice bottle of Montrachet and CremeBrullee' and VSOP with a Lady from the Sisterhood;

not anything you'll find at FilthyMcNasty's.

Happy Birthday Soubriquet!