Plans...Plans...Plans
There sits a fifth of tequila,
God I swore I'd never drink it again.
But on Valentine's Day
Bubba's headin' our way
And I might just have a shot with my phriends.
Cause I've got Cuervo to send you.
I've even got a shot glass to lend you.
But honey I could never ever pretend
You're not just there for the buzz.
Yeah, thought I might drive up to Charlotte
See the show and all my Parrothead phriends.
We'll run Fat Tuesday's aground
Before we head out of town
With St. Somewhere jammin' all of the tunes.
And I've got Monte Alban to send you.
I've even got some fresh limes to give you,
But honey I can never ever pretend
You're not just there for the worm.
You're not just there for the wooooorrrrrmmmm.
January 25, 1998
Email: bobrob@cetlink.net
