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Blowhard
Copyright © 2006, Big Dumb Animals -- All Rights Reserved
Lyrics by Barry Clark
Arranged by Big Dumb Animals
In the war I led the charge, got a Porsche in my garage;
A rendezvous in San Berdue, slept with Cher, Madonna too.
CIA trained me well, for slinging drinks at the wishing well,
Been 'round the world, I live at home, I've walked with kings, I sit alone.
Chorus:
Ain't no story I can't top,
There's no name that I won't drop.
If yours is big then mine is huge --
I swear to god it's true.
The Internet was my idea, thought it up in India;
Hunting tigers to feed the poor Mother Theresa kept the score.
Picture me on the grassy knoll, dog sledding to the north pole,
Going native on hot coal, a photo finish to win the gold;
A stowaway in the cargo hold, found a cure for the common cold,
Got a map to the mother lode, broke every bronc that I ever rode.
Inspired by a real-life encounter with some rather colorful folks at a beach resort...