As she rides by

what you’d call a man o’ means.
    But I had this little stash I kept down inside one boot,
    And that’s kept me goin’ for quite a while on beer V refried beans...

    So all I gotta do now is hang on and keep the faith,
    ‘Cause I know my drinkin’ buddy, my old amigo Samuel D.,
    I just know that lop-eared, bandy-legged son of a woman-chasin’ fool,
    I know my viejo compadre is gonna keep the faith with me.

    So I’m sittin’ and I’m sweatin’ in a tin bar near the border,
    Sharin’ a bottle of cold Carta Blanca with my memories.
    Once in a while I buy a beer for the fat bartender,
    Once in a while the fat bartender does the same for me.

    © Sept., 1990. All rights reserved.

Here are the complete and unfortunately unabridged lyrics Sara Twerp Silvetti wrote and slipped to Jerry at the Bar-Bee-Q, remember? The boys went wild about them and say they plan to record them at their first opportunity. I will not be responsible—and, after legal counsel, have taken out ads in several publications stating this—I will not be responsible for my behavior should I ever chance to hear said “song” on my car radio.

    Summer Song
    by Silly Sara Silvetti*

    Summer songs
    Are best sung
    When icicles form
    And the willow bends her knees
    Under the burden of a flake-white hood.

    Summer songs
    Are best heard
    By fireside warm
    While the dozing kitten dreams,
    Deaf to the snapping sandalwood.

    Summer songs
    Are best forgot
    When mean old autumn
    Comes begging at the kitchen door.
    “It’s not my fault!” cried he.
    “I stayed away as long as I could!”

    *Not copyrighted anywhere. No rights reserved.

    Pathetic is the first word that springs to my mind, amigos; I won’t even bother asking you which song you’d record if you had the chance.