Hi Jean and fellow writers:

It goes against my alligator grain to post a lyric on line but, since this one will never make the charts, here goes. (The music is a childrens' disco march... if you can let your imaginations run rampant.)

ARMADILLOS ON PARADE
Copyright David L. Rice
and Bowstring Music Publishing
April 16, 2007 - All Rights Reserved


It's comin' down in buckets... just spoiling our parade...
and a thousand Armadillos... will not be getting paid.

We're sick of liquid sunshine... now it's much too deep to wade..
so we're 'gonna swim to Austin... and buy some lemonade.

Bridge:

But later in the summer... we'll wish it would come back
so that gentle pitter-patter... will wash our little shack.
Still nothin' seems to matter... now the sky is turning black
and kayaks on the Brazos... have washed up in a stack.

Chorus:

In time the cactus blossoms... will dry out in the sun...
then happy Armadillos... won't even try to run...
from water-logged Coyote's... out lookin' for some food...
and I'll be in the laundromat... to dry my attitude!

Instrumental Break and Lift:

It's still comin' down in buckets... and spoiling our parade.
The weatherman is hiding... 'cause his forecast's a charade.
We're sick of liquid sunshine... now it's much to deep to wade
so we're 'gonna swim to Austin... and buy some lemonade.

Repeat Chorus:

Closing tag: Yeah, I'll be in the laundromat to dry my attitude.

Bowstring Catalog Number 0522 (Song is 3:08 in length)

(As usual, the CD is complete but I don't have anyplace to mail it... as if it mattered!)

All my Best,

Dave Rice