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"Me & Dorothy Parker", by Alan Moore
When my thumbs both started aching, I just sat down by the road,
To read the newspapers I'd got stuffed in my shoes.
I had a double-barrelled twelve-gauge, and a long red leather coat,
And a phone number in Cleveland, but I was not certain whose.
And so I didn't see the car pull up; I heard the brake pads squeal;
It was an Oldsmobile as hot and black as sin.
And there she sat behind the wheel, she said, "you look just how I feel."
She said, "My name's Dorothy Parker," and she told me to get in.
We found a lonely filling station right outside Miami Beach.
It was too good an opportunity to miss.
The old man started up to screech; I slipped some shells into the breech;
She pulled a pen out of her garter and said, "Let me handle this."
And then she cut him with an epigram, and slew him with a word.
We took his cash; filled the Oldsmobile with fuel.
And at the motel later, in my mouth, her breast pulsed like a bird.
And I have never known a woman half as funny, half as cruel.
She said,
Life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporania.
Love is a thing that can never go wrong.
And I am Marie of Roumania.
Whoah-oh-oh.
I guess it all got out of hand; became a verbal killing spree,
I shoot to wound, but when she spoke they all dropped dead.
Though every headline in the country featured Dorothy & me,
We were too young and drunk to care, too much in love, and too well read.
We'd lacerate each other, or our friends, behind their backs.
We'd screw all night, or lay in anger side by side.
She was like poetry between the covers, OK in the sack.
And every word so sad and true, we laughed until we cried.
They caught up with us in Fresno, when she cashed some bad reviews,
In a position she had no way to defend.
And I don't know if the SWAT team or the heartbreak or the booze
Was what shot her up so badly by the end.
I wanted to surrender, but she fought to the last line.
She said, "Let's shoot our way outside and make a stand."
I laughed and said, "Age before beauty." She replied, "Pearls before swine."
And we went out with both lips blazing and a pen in either hand.
She said:
Life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporania.
Love is a thing that can never go wrong.
And I am Marie of Roumania-a-a-ah.
[repeat chorus. fade out]
When my thumbs both started aching, I just sat down by the road,
To read the newspapers I'd got stuffed in my shoes.
I had a double-barrelled twelve-gauge, and a long red leather coat,
And a phone number in Cleveland, but I was not certain whose.
And so I didn't see the car pull up; I heard the brake pads squeal;
It was an Oldsmobile as hot and black as sin.
And there she sat behind the wheel, she said, "you look just how I feel."
She said, "My name's Dorothy Parker," and she told me to get in.
We found a lonely filling station right outside Miami Beach.
It was too good an opportunity to miss.
The old man started up to screech; I slipped some shells into the breech;
She pulled a pen out of her garter and said, "Let me handle this."
And then she cut him with an epigram, and slew him with a word.
We took his cash; filled the Oldsmobile with fuel.
And at the motel later, in my mouth, her breast pulsed like a bird.
And I have never known a woman half as funny, half as cruel.
She said,
Life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporania.
Love is a thing that can never go wrong.
And I am Marie of Roumania.
Whoah-oh-oh.
I guess it all got out of hand; became a verbal killing spree,
I shoot to wound, but when she spoke they all dropped dead.
Though every headline in the country featured Dorothy & me,
We were too young and drunk to care, too much in love, and too well read.
We'd lacerate each other, or our friends, behind their backs.
We'd screw all night, or lay in anger side by side.
She was like poetry between the covers, OK in the sack.
And every word so sad and true, we laughed until we cried.
They caught up with us in Fresno, when she cashed some bad reviews,
In a position she had no way to defend.
And I don't know if the SWAT team or the heartbreak or the booze
Was what shot her up so badly by the end.
I wanted to surrender, but she fought to the last line.
She said, "Let's shoot our way outside and make a stand."
I laughed and said, "Age before beauty." She replied, "Pearls before swine."
And we went out with both lips blazing and a pen in either hand.
She said:
Life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporania.
Love is a thing that can never go wrong.
And I am Marie of Roumania-a-a-ah.
[repeat chorus. fade out]