Don’t Call Me Denis

Well, I know that you know and I’m glad that you do.

I used hear it when I broke curfew.

There’s no need to tell me where I’ve been

Or recite the seven deadly sins.

Like passion and patience and saving face.

And then there’s justice and government waste.

So what’s the point of changing your name?

You still get the bills and most of the blame.

Well that’s rich and it’s typical.

That’s a bitch and it’s reciprocal.

Don’t call me Denis unless you’re winners.

You’re in a glass house so don’t throw rocks.

Your game of tennis, Mercedes Benz.

I’ll have a seat in your luxury box.

Snap, snap! Oh, right behind my back.

Another fiery dart from out of the blue.

Now don’t you worry ‘cause I am touched.

I’ve got friends and angels above.

Backbiters and wannabees.

They’re a drain on my energy.

And so I think about the places I have been.

I shake my head and feel sorry for them.

Well that’s rich and it’s typical.

That’s a bitch and hypocritical.

Don’t call me Denis unless you’re winners.

You’re in a glass house so don’t throw rocks.

I’m going down on Elaine Benes.

I’m talking rash to my cable box.

I’m talking trash.

Don’t call me Denis.

A perfect stranger will flirt with danger

And ask a loaded question or two.

Investigation, litigation.

Only lawyers win when it’s through.

And that’s rich and it’s typical.

That’s a bitch and it’s pitiful.

Don’t call me Denis unless you’re winners.

You’re in a glass house so don’t throw rocks.

Your game of tennis, Mercedes Benz.

I’ll have a seat in your luxury box.

I’ll take a ride in your luxury box.

I wanna ride. Don’t call me Denis.

Banastre Tarleton

July 1999

NO. 190

Discography and Recording Info:

BTB "Pyrrhic Victories" CD (Released December 2001)

 

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