Listening to the oldies station at work gave me pause today. I prefer to sing it along to the 7 Seconds version, but hey, diff'rent strokes and all. Dedicated to the mysterious Vegas Visitor.


You and I, in a Valley booze shop
Buy a bottle of booze with the money we've got
Drink it all till the break of dawn
'Til one by one, the shots are gone

Back at home, movement on the camera
Flash the message, "Some ones out there"
Floating in the Xanax sky
Ninety-nine suitcase pimps go by

Ninety-nine suitcase pimps
Floating in the Xanax sky
Panic mopes, it's a red alert
There's someone here from somewhere else

The War Machine springs to life
Closes shut ones eager eyes
Focusing it on the sky
Ninety-nine suitcase pimps go by

Ninety-nine pornstars tweet
Ninety-nine suitcases meet
To worry, worry, super-scurry
Call the mopes out in a hurry

This is what the wishlist's for
This is it boys, this is porn
Bukkake mopes are in a line
As ninety-nine suitcase pimps go by

Ninety-nine iphones all ring
Wearing super high-tech Air Jordans
Everyone's a super star
Everyone's a Captain Kurt

With orders to identify, to pacify and get me high
Scrambling in the Xanax sky
As ninety-nine suitcase pimps go by
Ninety-nine suitcase pimps go by

Ninety-nine scenes I have had
Every one a suitcase booked
Now it's all over and I'm snorting' pretty
Of this dust that was a twenty

If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the shoot was here
And here is a red suitcase
I think of you and sell it for blow