A Frenchman was having an
argument with an American
about the relative sophistication of their cultures,
and the American said,
as proof that America
was sophisticated,
we're making a motion picture in
America
based on a book which is banned
in France.
And the Frenchman said,
really, what book?
The American says, it's called Peter,
and it's about a 49 -year -old man
who makes love to a 12 -year -old.
The Frenchman said,
really, a 12 -year -old what?
Well, people have found companionship
with very many odd creatures.
And among them,
the fellow in this song called Old Loris.
Dolores is a town.
In the
valley down below
where the little pinions grow,
And it's never less than
half a day to wa ter,
There used to be a town
where the crick come tum bling down,
From the Mesa where it never really ought
The night was bright with candlelight,
the whole town joined
the chorus,
and most any man in sight
let his cannon drift at night
to mosey to the streets of old
Dolores.
Then things would kind of spin
till the sun come up again
Like the back of some old
yellow prairie wagon
And would show up dim and red
About half a hundred head
Of our saddle ponies,
standin' reins a -draggin'
Red brick walls and the waterfalls
The whole world lay before us
But the Dolby huts are gone
And the gold mills in the dock
Don't tinkle in the streets of Old
Elorz
I am the girl who's from Mexico,
used to wander to and fro
When I used to meet her by a willow
Well, I guess that any girl
would give a fellow's man a twirl
When the same has been used
in saddles for a pillar
The big cigars, the wide -eyed stars,
the smiles that waited for us.
Well, if there's any little world
inside the gates of hell,
I'll bet the boys have named it
all along.
Thank
Thank you. Thank