Todd Snider - Ballad of the Kingsmen Lyrics
The Kingsmen came together in a garagethey could hardly even playbutthey practiced night and dayand pretty soon they got to where they could really playthat song "Louie, Louie"sothey saved up all the money from the showswent in to one of them studiosand gave their version of the song a trynowI don't know the words to that song "Louie, Louie"and I'm pretty sure the singer for the Kingsmen didn't know ‘em eitherif he did know ‘em, he didn't get ‘em right on the record'cause on the record they sound jumbled in his jawit says, "me think of me girl oh so constantlyahmayaaah makaaaah aahh ooohoooh aaaaah"wellthat last part scared everybody from the PTA to the FBIyou seethe kids had been going kind of crazy latelyand it seemed like nobody could figure out whysothey decided to form a coalition, launch an investigationyou know, for the children,they at least had to tryto figure out the wordsto "Louie, Louie"it's the feel good hit of this endless summerit gets these kids out of controlsingin' along to that star spangled bummerhail, hail, rock and rollMarilyn Manson’s real name isn't even Marilyn Mansonhe's a skinny public high school kid from Floridanot some monster from out of this worldand like of a lot other skinny long haired public high school kidshe was sick of getting beaten up by the pulling guard all weekonly to go out on the weekend and watch the quarterback get all the girlssohe formed a bandman,now he gets all the girlsa few years later a couple of latchkey kids go tragically madand everybody's standing around the television store at the malltrying to figure out what went wrongthis guy says, "you think the life of a kid going to high school could've gotten so bad?"this other guy says, "nah, it's just the words to one of them goddamn Marilyn Manson songs...you know the one..."it's the feel good hit of this endless summerit gets these kids out of controlsingin' along to that star spangled bummerhail, hail, rock and rollyou knowevery ten years or soour country and some other little countrywe start firing all our newest weapons at each otherfor some reason or anotherright or wronglike it or notit happensand when it happens people get shotand when people get shotthey show it on tv a lotevery night at six o clockand you don't even have to be eighteen to see ityou don't even have to be in first gradefirst grade where they teach the kid pridethey tell him he'll need to thrivein a world where they say only the strong will surviveso he's taught the art of moreto compare toand to keep scoreMonday thru Fridaywhile he stares at the floortil' Sundaythey make him go to school once moreonly this time they make him wear a suit and a tieand listen to some guy who claims to know where people go when they dietell him that only the meek are gonna inherit the earthwell, shitby this timethe kid doesn't know what anything's worthnowbrothers and sisters I am only one guyand I don't even know the words to that song "Louie, Louie"but I can tell you right nowwithout batting an eyethat the next time some latchkey kid goes wrongit ain't gonna be 'cause that Eminem gets to say the word 'fag' in his songand I'm not trying to preach to ya eitherI'm just trying to sing to ya tooyou knowstring a few words togetherhey kids...lets get it onlets get it on
